Page 57 of Embraced By the Alpha Pack

I spin into his arms and nuzzle him affectionately. “I want to go home.” Whining I know full well his daddy dom drive will want to take care of me immediately.

He shudders in my arms and growls low. “Little girl…” His voice holds a warning and a dark promise.

“Yes, daddy…” I purr low next to his ear. The edge of my lips touching his earlobe as I speak. I’m playing with fire and if the tension in his muscles tells me anything. I am damn close to getting what I want.

“Grace…” Large hands grip my hips and drag me back. Ethan’s warning makes me throw my head back to look up at him upside down.

“Yes Wolfie?” I smile immediately.

“Behave…” He leans down and bites my shoulder hard, making me squirm. He pushes his influence over me and I lose the ability to think.

Well, to think with anything other than my fully awakened sex drive. I wonder what these two would be like in the bedroom. One rough, the other gentle. Both are dominant in their own way. “Later … you two…” I pant out as Griff grabs my hand and pulls me away from Ethan and Nic.

“It’s almost over. Two more hours. Make sure you mingle with everyone.” Griff kisses my temple, then smacks me on my ass, sending me on my way.

The next hour feels like it’s moving in reverse. Every minute that ticks by feels like twenty. To make matters worse, I have Ethan and Nic tracking me through the hall. It’s like they are waiting for the clock to hit eleven and snatch me up.

Each male that approaches makes me want to wretch. The idea of touching so many males is making my skin crawl. Touching me is not important, scent and sight are how we know our mates. Sight more than anything forges the connection.

All four alphas phone go off and my head whips up as I feel panic ripping through my pack. “Something’s happened.” I run over to my guys and see them talking with Ambrose and an alpha I haven’t met yet. “What happening?”

“Someone set fire to our new construction.” Nic says and I see pure rage burning in his eyes. “Those that stayed behind are working on putting the fire out.”

Griffin paces as he talks to someone on the phone, and I look at Ethan. “I’m going to the children to make sure they’re safe.” He kisses me and runs out the door, shifting as it opens.

“Griff, Barrett and I will take Grace and Shamus home with us,” Conrad says as he pulls me to his side.

I tilt my head, looking at the man standing with us. Apparently he’s Shamus. “Shamus, this is our mate, Grace. My love, this is Shamus Callaghan he’s our cousin’s ally from Ireland. His pack is located in the highlands and is one of the bigger packs over there.” Conrad says with pride.

“Nice to meet you, Shamus.” I extend my hand out to him and he kisses my knuckles.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He tilts his head towards the door. “Let’s get you home and collect my brother along the way.”

Shamus leads the way out of the pack house, and the scent of fire is on the air. I stifle a whine, thinking about our new home going up in flames. As we walk down the stairs, I turn and look in the direction the smoke is coming from.

“Lor? Where are you, man?” Shamus yells and I keep rubbing my nose from the smell of smoke.

“Over here, you daft bastard. Right where you left me.” I thought Shamus’s accent was thick, the one called Lor is thicker.

As we turn the corner, I stop dead in my tracks. My breath catches in my chest as I stare at the most beautiful red hair I have ever seen. It’s long and curly and is a brilliant auburn color. The light dancing through the curls makes it appear that it’s on fire. Broad shoulders stick out from the sides and as he turns, I can see a long, thick red beard to match.

“Oh, fuck…” I feel my heart pounding a million miles an hour as I stare at this beautiful freckled redhead.

“Grace?” Conrad calls my name, and he sounds under water.

He’s not reacting to us. My wolf says to me.

My eyes dart from the man called Lor to Conrad, then over to Shamus. I look back at Lor and step closer. The wind shifts and I know the moment my scent hits him. “Shamus, where is she?”

“Who Lor?” Shamus says as he steps closer to me.

“I smell my mate.” He is looking in my direction, but he doesn’t see me.

Shamus lowers his head to be even with my ear. “He’s been blind since birth. He never thought he would find you.” Gently, he nudges me forward and I take the hit.

“Hi?” I am within arm’s reach of him.

“Lass?” His hand comes out and I guide it to my face. He gasps and his eyes move in the general direction that I am in.

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