Page 30 of Alpha Theo

Cole and Astrid lead us further inside the packhouse and down a wide hallway. The two bouncer types follow behind. Tall windows line the hallway, letting in a lot of natural light, but I’m not paying much attention to my surroundings- I’m watching Astrid’s tight little ass in front of me the whole time.

Cole stops in front of a door, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “We’ve got this room set up for you. It has an en-suite bathroom, towels are in the closet. Just let us know if you need anything else.”

The two bouncer types push past us to bring our bags into the room, and as I crane my neck to see inside, it dawns on me that they’ve got Brooke and I set up in the same room.

I glance over at her and she looks like she’s fucking panicking.

“Um… are we… sharing?” she stammers, chewing her bottom lip nervously and wringing her hands.

Cole’s eyes narrow questioningly. “Are you two not…” he points from Brooke to me.

I chuckle while Brooke shakes her head so hard that I swear it’s gonna fly off her shoulders.

“Oh,” Cole’s eyebrows shoot up. “I’m sorry, I just assumed. We’ve got another guest room across the hall.”

I turn to Brooke, flashing her a charming smile. “I’m alright with sharing a room.” I wink.

She rolls her eyes, heaves a sigh, and turns back to Cole. “I’ll take you up on that second room, Alpha.”

The corner of Cole’s mouth ticks up in amusement and he gestures to the room directly across from the one our bags were carried into, then motions to his guys. Without a word, one of them picks up Brooke’s duffel and backpack, carrying them past us and into the other room.

“You’re no fun,” I tease as the big guy passes by me with Brooke’s bags.

She gives me another exaggerated eyeroll, folding her arms over her chest. If only she knew how much I appreciate her doing that- her arms squeeze her tits together and pull the fabric of her t-shirt tight across them. The ‘T’ of theBeatleslogo disappears in her modest cleavage.

Now I’m a little torn between continuing my attempts with Brooke or trying to get on Alpha Cole’s hot sister.

“You two need a few minutes, or are you ready to head out?” Cole asks.

“I’m ready,” Brooke replies eagerly. “Just gotta grab my laptop.”

I nod in agreement as Brooke breezes past me and into her room to fish it out of her backpack, catching a whiff of the delicious scent of coconut and summer rain. She always smells like that- it must be her shampoo.

It stirs my wolf, and I know I’m not done with her yet.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Brooke

Denver’s IT setup isamazing. I was like a kid in a candy store all afternoon, taking everything in as Rico, the head of their security team, gave us a tour of the hive and walked us through their security processes. Denver’s system makes the six-pack look like we live in the dark ages- while we have squad members running patrols each night, they’ve got cameras everywhere, giving them twice the coverage with half the manpower.

I got to meet with their IT specialists, too, to tell them all about the tracing program I’ve been working on. If executed correctly, we’ll be able to track all known shadow pack affiliates by their cell phones, transactions, and even their online activity. The Denver IT specialists were all really impressed and excited about the program, which made me feel like a frickin’ superhero.

We agreed to share all of our intel going forward, link our systems up. I told them I’d deliver my program to them once we had it up and running so they could utilize it and merge their data- which only expands our reach and the probability that we’ll be able to anticipate an impending attack and shore up our defenses. All in all, the trip here was really productive. I wish we were staying longer- I could spend a whole week in the hive playing with their tech.

You’d think such a full day would tire me out, but I’m wide awake, positively wired. Even though it’s getting late, I couldn’t sleep right now if I wanted to. So, I’m doing what I do best- sitting in bed with my legs crossed underneath me, blankets pooled around my waist, laptop resting on my lap- coding.

My phone vibrates on the bed beside me twice before I look over at it, the screen lit up with new messages beckoning. I finish the line of code I’m working on before I reach for it to see who they’re from.

Theo:hey kid.

Theo:you up?

I heave a sigh, unlocking my phone and opening up my messaging app to respond.

Brooke:What’s up?

I watch the little bubble pop up that indicates he’s typing. I gotta admit, I’m a little surprised that he’s texting me. With the way he’s been checking out every female we’ve come across today, I figured he’d be off chasing tail.

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