Page 52 of Sass Me

Match’s alpha command zinged through the air. “Steele Zeleny. You and your...mate, will present yourselves to the AllWyr council to be questioned about these supposed encounters.”

Fleur extracted her arm from Steele’s tight grip, and pointed a finger at the red Wyvern. “Hey, buster. We just saved her big ole dragon butts. Have a little respect.”

Man, how Steele loved her sassy little mouth. It might get them both in trouble. But, he’d take it.

Jakob snorted to cover a chuckle. “Forgive him, my lady. Please accept my invitation to join me in my home. We’d like you to attend us at the AllWyr to recount your miracles.”

“Miracles?”

He nodded. “Yes. I count my own true mate to be a miracle in my life. You must be too.”

Fleur grinned and Steele saw a touch of a blush cross her cheeks. “Oh. Okay. Thanks. We’d love to.”

“Steele, you’ll bring her to Prague?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ooh. Prague.”

“Yes, that is my home. Ciara would, what does she say, ah yes, flip her shit, if I didn’t invite you. She loves to throw a party, so pack accordingly.”

“My home is here in Blue Creek. The Wolfe’s are,” she swallowed and glanced around at the men and women who’d fought by their side. “They’re my family.”

The five women in the circle bounded forward, pushed Steele aside and surrounded Fleur in a group hug. They all started talking at once in a high-pitched squeal that defied human ears. “Fleur, dear. We’ve been waiting for you to realize how much we all care for you.”

“Girl, you and your dragon have to come to Las Vegas and visit.”

“Yes, come up to meet the Central pack too. I miss hanging out with you.”

“Aw, you guys mean the world to me. Even if we have to move to Europe, you’ll always be my home.”

Steele leaned over and spoke under his breath to Jakob. “Dude. You gotta help me out. I think the she-wolves will kill me if I try to take Fleur away from them.”

Jakob nodded, looking very serious. He announced his decision to the group. “I think it best if we reassign Steele and Daxton to Blue Creek.”

If possible the squeals of the women increased in both pitch and decibels. They might have created a new weapon of mass destruction against all eardrums.

Barbara Wolfe clapped her hands and got everyone’s attention. “Ladies, gentlemen, I propose we all meet back at the Wolfe’s den tomorrow afternoon. It’s been a long night and I think we could all use some time in bed.”

She winked at Steele, and continued. “Then we can begin our plans, ladies.”

“Uh-oh. I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” Tristan said. “Plans for what?”

“Fleur’s bachelorette party, of course.”

The squeals returned and were joined by groans from all the wolf-shifter men.

“I guess that means we’ll need to plan a bachelor party for you, dragon,” Aric said.

Holy dragons balls.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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