Page 13 of Break The Ice

Wren gasps in outrage. It’s such a delightful sound that I immediately cherish it and lock it in my forever memories.

“Spicy little thing, aren’t you?” Wren growls.

I stand up, but he puts his huge hand on my face and pushes me back. I hit the couch hard and struggle up, hissing at him. But he simply stands there watching me.

“Prisoner, you say? I thought that was a joke.”

“Yes! No! Not a joke. I’m keeping her.”

“This is kind of archaic and a lot illegal, Raider. I just want to point out that you’re heading down a slippery slope.”

“Yep. I know. I don’t care.”

“Okay, well good. Welcome to our home, Puck Bunny.”

“I was hungry!” I howl at him.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you were!”

“FOR FOOD!”

Callan is looking between us with a strangely perplexed expression.

“What?” Wren asks him.

“It's just that. She makes Raider furious, and you make her furious, and it’s one big circle of rage and unpleasantness, and I’m just wondering if we’re all going to survive it.”

Kit snickers. “We need to feed our guest.”

“Prisoner!” Raider interjects with a jutted chin.

“Prisoner!” Wren says in a self-satisfied drawl, his eyes cut to me and mock me mercilessly.

I stand up and slide out of the way of Wren’s enormous legs and into a space that’s my own.

“I might be a prisoner, but I’m relieved.” Callan opens his mouth, but I panic and blurt the first thing that comes to my mind. “I am fucking hungry and getting hangry, though, so beware, I will cut a bitch.”

The silence is deafening, but at least they aren’t asking questions.

Kit holds a hand out. “Come with me. I’ll get you a burrito.”

“I’ll love you forever.”

I’m curious as to why Kit’s ears turn red, but I don’t ask as I follow him away from the others.

Behind us, Callan starts ripping into the other alphas again. He really is someone impressive. He looks socalm and quiet.

He leads me into the narrow kitchen from last night. Unlike the lounge, which has vaulted ceilings and a huge open area, the kitchen is like a tiny corridor. I can’t imagine how they fit in here.

Despite that, everything is clean and minimalist, I didn’t get to appreciate it last night. There aren’t even fingerprints on the stainless steel fridge.

Kit opens the fridge and pulls out a burrito.

“How many do you have in there?”

He flicks me a look and flashes a smile at the burrito he’s reheating in the microwave.

“If we leave the doors unlocked, are you going to run?”

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