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"I think I can fucking figure it out myself," Carmichael responds swiftly. "So... Daan Cristorsen, is your truemate, sí?" Am I guessing correctly?"

"Yes," I say quietly.

His eyes narrow. "How the fuck did an entire pack get fooled? Is the other female some sort of amazing warrior?"

All three of my males snort at once. Carmichael smirks in response, "so no. Magic pussy?"

I turn bright red, and he starts howling with laughter. It grates on my nerves. Carmichael is an ass. Choking on his laughter, he slaps his thigh, "no, Preciosa, clearly, your pussy is magic-"

"Shut the fuck up, Carm," Rhet orders.

That stops the laughter. "Don't give me orders, Primo," Carmichael warns.

Now it's Rhet's turn to laugh. "You never did take orders well."

Carmichael glares at him. "Let's just get to work. I need to see how you old males have held up playing with your cows and shit."

My three males all bristle. I sigh out loud. Males. When they're not thinking of kitties... they're thinking of the size of their pickles. "Maybe you should start with a dick measuring contest and move on from there."

All of them turn to me in surprise. I glare at Carmichael. "You are here to make sure that my males are prepared. I don't want anything to happen to them, understand?"

His eyes twinkle evilly, I swear he's a horrible wolf, and his next words confirm it. "Why don't you go inside and cook something up for us, Preciosa?"

"No!" all of my males shout, visibly startling Carmichael.

I smile sweetly. "I'll make something for Carmichael, to welcome him here. As a thank you. What is your favorite, Carm?"

He eyes me warily, "ah, that's OK, sí?". I was just joking."

"Casserole, it is!" I crow.

Carmichael looks at the stupid grins on my male's faces. "No, it's fine, you don't have to cook for me," he protests quietly. Apparently, he's not dumb, just a jerk.

"Bye, my males," I sing, "bye, Carmichael. Thanks again for your help." I sashay back into the house with my males snickering behind me.

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Penny

"Damit, Inuit!" I try to snatch his controller away, but he deftly avoids me, as usual. I don't ever get one over on Inuit. Jerk.

"Penny, you're driving off the ledge," he tells me.

I swear again under my breath. That's what I get for trying to steal Inuit's controller instead of paying attention to my own car. I pout as I crash and burn, literally. It's my third crash without getting the car fixed, so the screen flashes my sad, sad loss of life.

"I suck at this game."

"No, you don't," Inuit replies calmly.

It's what I love about Inuit. He never falls into the emotional traps I set for him. He always calm and put-together. He's a good wolf who refuses to play games. It's relaxing to have such a straightforward friend. He doesn't lie to me, that's for sure.

When he abruptly sets his controller down, letting his car plunge into a lake, I take immediate notice and put my controller down, too. He hits a button on the t.v. and the game pauses.

We sit in silence for only a few seconds when a persistent knocking can be heard.

"Who the fuck is this?" Inuit mutters. "Penny, stay here," he snaps. He stalks out of the bedroom, with me just at his heels, because, yeah, he's not my alpha.

"Penny," he growls. I just huff. Inuit glances into the living room, where Sarj and Tyler are curled up together on the couch watching cartoons.

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