Page 42 of I Will Make You Mine
I walked to the den that had a few wolves lying about. Some were watching television, others were fucking, and some were eating. I glared at a pup sitting in one of the recliners. He knew what my look meant and immediately got his narrow ass out of the chair. I took a seat and began tearing up the food. I did enjoy the scent of sex in the air mixing with the smell of my delicious bacon. It made my cock hard and I knew I’d probably go back upstairs and plant some more seed in Slade’s tight ass when I finished eating.
I cleared my plate, told one of the pups to clean up behind me, then made my way back to my room, where Slade had better still be laying on my bed buck naked. I was a few steps away from my bedroom door when my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the ID. Deacon. Well, I guessed that put a wrench in my plan. I answered.
“What’s up, Deacon?” I said.
“We need to talk. My office.” Deacon ended the call and I turned to head to his soundproof office. I wondered what he was going to say to me.
I entered his office and he was sitting behind his desk, smoking a cigar, and his feet were up on his desk, ankles crossed. I took a seat in one of the leather chairs opposite him. He was looking at me, and I could tell he was going to ask me about Chandler.
“You know what I’m going to ask you, right?” Deacon asked.
“You sure you don’t want plausible deniability?”
When I said that, he didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Just kind of sat there, studying me, then he nodded. “I’m sure you had the pack’s best interest in mind.”
“Always, Deacon. I’d gladly die for this pack and will protect it at all cost,” I said.
“I’d expect nothing less from you,” Deacon said, then gave me a sly smile. “Théoden will not be pleased.”
“I’m sure you’ll let him know that it was an unfortunate death.”
Deacon snorted. “True. That will be the bad news I’ll tell him. Then I will follow it up with good news.”
“Good news?”
“That I have intimate details we beat out of him that will be something only the people who committed the crimes would know,” Deacon said.
Damn, he was a smooth, slick son of a bitch. Deacon was a master of manipulation. I admired that about him. He had to be, though. We had the smallest pack in the werewolf territories. If Deacon wasn’t as conniving as he was, other Alphas would try to take advantage of that.
“We need to continue expanding our pack,” Deacon said. “In the past month, we’ve increased by sixty wolves, but we need more.”
I nodded. In the past month, I’d been vetting human registries, looking for the best candidates for the pack. Both Deacon and Elijah had been turning humans into wolves. Other Alphas’ packs have at least a thousand wolves. We now had a little over six hundred. Elijah was doing well with his Alpha role, but that was to be expected because he was made for Deacon. They were supposed to be a cohesive unit. All wolves had the ability to find their mates, some did, and some didn’t. But finding that just right for now person worked too. Right now, Slade was that for me.
“Are we going to be getting any new prospects today?” Deacon asked.
I nodded. “Four. I’m going to give them a call and have them come by.”
“Good. About Théoden,” Deacon began, and put his cigar out in the ashtray. “He claims he’s going to send his son, Marco, to assist us.”
“If the other packs try to attack?”
Deacon nodded. “Yes.”
“What is one vampire going to do to help with that?”
“Well, for one, his sons can stay awake during the day. They managed to defend themselves from Josef’s attack and won. That leads me to believe they are more powerful than your average vampire. They probably can play around with fire like dragons can since they have dragon blood inside their veins. Thing is, I want you to keep your eye on him when he gets here.”
I leaned forward a little, resting my elbows on my knees. “Do you think the other packs are going to attack us?”
“No doubt they will if I don’t help them. They claim they want me to show a sign of solidarity by joining them in their attack on Josef, but I can’t shake the feeling that they just want to set me up.”
“Why?”
“Because of Dante. Rumor has surely spread that Dante was the bastard who had destroyed my property. I’m sure some suspect that I gave him over to Théoden.”
“True, but there’s no proof that you did. We handled that internally.”
“I hope that is the case.”
