Page 76 of Wolf's Endgame

Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I looked him over. “You just screwed me seven ways to Sunday, and now you want to be all ‘let’s go have a pack meeting’?”

Straightening, he grinned wolfishly at me. “Seven ways to Sunday?”

“It’s a human term,” I said while trying to fight the blush.

“I like it.”

“I’m shocked,” I deadpanned. Wiggling my ass up the bed, I leaned against the headboard. “You really want me there?”

Cannon rested his palms on the bed and then crawled up until he was hovering over me, caging me in. “I want you wherever I am,” he told me, his voice all kinds of husky sexiness.

“You keep looking at me like that and using that voice, and there’s a danger that I may never wear clothes again.”

The look in his eyes became predatory. “I can live with that.”

“I bet you could, Neanderthal.” Pushing against him until he was sitting back on his heels, I got off the bed. “I need ten minutes.”

“For what?”

“To get clean, you ass.” Piling my hair on top of my head, I turned to look at him. “How does this look?”

“Like birds are ready to nest in it.”

“Leave!” I ran to the bathroom, ignoring his laughter as I turned the water in the shower on. Despite it all, I was smiling. He had taken a horrible memory and made me forget it as he devoted himself to me this afternoon. Now, when we were being serious, he was still making me smile with his silliness.

Silly is not a word I would have ever described my alpha as.

Opening the door of the bathroom, I caught Cannon straightening the bedcovers.

“Hey.”

He looked up, saw me still naked, and smirked. “Hey yourself.”

“I love you too.”

The smile vanished as he looked at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His smile would have lit the room, it was so bright, and I smiled back. “Now give me ten minutes, and we’ll go talk to the pack together.”

“Sounds good.”

Was it so wrong to be so happy when the world was turning to shit? I hoped to Luna it wasn’t.

CHAPTER 20

Kezia

The food hall was cleared of tables and chairs when we got there, and I wondered who had done it and how long it had taken them. It was standing room only in the hall, and I felt self-conscious right up to the moment Cannon reached back and took my hand. His strength and belief in me came through the bond so strongly that I felt myself getting teary-eyed. Had I been anyone else, I would have rolled my eyes so hard at the lovesick fool that I was.

Cannon walked with purpose to the front of the hall, where Royce, Nikan, and Leo were already waiting. Kris was standing to the side, not apart, but not included at this time. I almost asked why until common sense told me it was because my brother was not part of this pack.

He was an alpha, and in time—hopefully, not too much time—he would have a pack of his own.

It was probably wrong that I hoped it wasn’t Anterrio Pack that he took over. That pack didn’t deserve the alpha my brother would be.

“Hey, folks, glad you could all make it.” Cannon began the meeting without any fanfare or preamble. Just right in there, direct and to the point. Like he was.

“Not a lot of notice,” Willy grumbled from the front. “If it’s to tell us about you two”—she looked around at several of the pack, who were grinning back at her—“trust me, we know.”

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