Page 59 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

I did get an eyeful of Varga, balls-deep in a female—who, based on her significantly younger age, wasnothis mate, Marta.

Arrogant, murderous,anda cheating douchebag. He got the triple crown.

Apparently, he didn’t want an audience for his infidelity. Too damn bad. I smirked as I stuck a percussive explosivecarefully on the glass and set the timer. I stepped back and braced, turning away in case of flying glass shards, and the rest of the men mirrored my position. Three seconds later, it blew with a high-pitched shriek, followed by the rain of falling glass.

A split second later, the female started shrieking her terror. That was our cue.

We rounded the corner and fanned out, three of us encircling the duo, while the other three jogged through the bedroom door to clear the rest of the property. While the young woman scrabbled for sheets and screamed her head off, Varga just grinned his best shit-eating grin and propped his hands on his hips, wet dick and saggy balls still swinging in the breeze.

Nasty old fucker.

“About time you idiots showed up. Another week and I would’ve had to send you a written invitation.”

“Alpha, do something!” the woman said, cowering in the corner.

“Shut the hell up, you stupid bitch. They’re not here for you.” He snarled, letting his alpha dominance strike out, knocking her back with the force of it.

I snarled, my vision going red at his abusive use of power. I didn’t even clock the distance. One second, I was in position with my weapon; the next, I had his throat in my grip, myowndominance raging in the air.

“You lecherous old prick.”

His eyes went wide as I cut off his airway, but Kane was at my shoulder a second later. “Reed and Sergei cleared the building. It’s only these two and whatever security he has out front.”

“What do you want to do with the female?” I snarled, my wolf still making my eyes glow as I stared Varga down, refusing to break eye contact.

Kane rounded on her, keeping his distance. “Are you part of Varga’s pack?”

She nodded, terror and the stench of piss filling the air as the high alpha addressed her.

“I’m his granddaughter’s best friend, Sydney.”

“Can you make your own way off the mountain, Sydney?”

“I’ll call a car. Please don’t take me.”

“Get dressed and leave. Don’t linger here,” he ordered, alpha command lacing his voice, not enough to make her piss herself again, but enough to make her limbs move despite her terror.

“Reed, find this man a pair of pants,” I snarled. “I’m not flying all the way back home staring at this saggy fucker’s junk.”

Kane laughed then, as Reed grumbled and threw a pair of khaki slacks my way.

Something about this didn’t feel right.

THIRTY

Leigh

“You okay, Leigh-bee?” Brielle asked, hip checking me lightly as I stood in front of the world’s most ridiculous sleepover snack spread, waffling. The chef had gone all out, and the entire front of the window had been transformed into a sleepover buffet the likes of which movie sets would cry for. I needed to hurry up and choose, because if Brielle was pulling out nicknames, she was worrying about me. And she didn’t need to worry aboutmewhen our men were out risking their lives tonight.

Perhaps a wafflewasthe answer to all my problems. But syrup sounded heavy, not luscious.

I wished I’d brought Nugget with me to snuggle, but he’d been sleepingsopeacefully on my pillow that I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up.

“I’m okay, just worried. And not sure what to do about it.”

“Is it strange having a mate all of a sudden?” Olivia asked, taking a nervous nibble of her ice cream cone, where she perched on the edge of the bed.

Because yes, they’d brought in a tabletop freezer chock-fullof handmade ice creams, freshly formed waffle cones, and every topping known to mankind.

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