Page 395 of Hell Hath No Fury
I was one of those weirdos who hated taking baths unless I was already clean. I mean, otherwise it was like sitting in human soup, and that grossed me out.
Thankfully Remy and I had a giant shower big enough for both of us and then some with no less than seven showerheads.I turned on every single one of them before stepping into the steam and taking a deep breath.
* * *
I finished my shower and quickly toweled off and grabbed some clothes. Before I left our room, I opened the windows and took a deep, cleansing breath of mountain air. The air had lost some of its heat as fall ushered in cool air and changing leaves.
My wolf rippled under my skin, craving a run across our pack land. I rubbed my sternum, assuring her we’d get out there soon enough, while going downstairs.
I found Remy in the kitchen, and he’d prepared a ton of food, all of which were my favorites. I snagged a piece of bacon, popping it into my mouth while climbing up on one of the island bar stools across from him.
“Feel better?” he asked me while turning to pour me a cup of coffee.
“Somewhat,” I replied with a smile as I accepted the mug. “Thanks.”
He winked at me, and aching core or not, desire filled my blood. God, I loved this man beyond reason.
“Are you going to check in with the pack today?” I questioned as he finished pulling a waffle off the iron. He slathered a crazy amount of butter and syrup on it before sliding the plate to me along with a set of utensils.
I cut into it and took a bite, sighing happily. “You’re my favorite person in the world.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Same, babe. And no, I’m not dealing with the pack today. I texted Rhodes earlier; he’s handling stuff with Dante and Will for another day while you and I chill.”
I perked up. “You’re staying home?”
He nodded, watching me eat. Only after I’d eaten half my waffle and several pieces of bacon did he turn away and start his own waffle. I reached for the bowl of cheesy scrambled eggs and dished some onto my plate.
“How are you feeling?” He studied me closely, looking for something.
I frowned and lowered my fork. “Still kinda sore, but—”
He shook his head. “I mean about taking the… What are we calling it? Medicine? Potion?”
“Oh. Uh, birth control?” I shrugged. “I feel… good about our decision.” Worry prickled the back of my mind. “Why? Do you wish—”
“No,” he cut me off firmly. “We both made the decision that was right for us, Skye, and I don’t regret that at all.”
I exhaled a heavy breath, relieved. “Even if your council says something?”
“Fuck them,” he retorted. “First of all,mycouncil won’t have shit to say.”
Since taking over as Alpha, Remy had made a pointed effort to blend his father’s old council along with the council he had chosen to be part of his inner circle. The ones he’d chosen, our friends, would never stand against us and would defend us until their last breath.
It was the old guard, as Mallory called them, that might throw up some resistance and question our decision. While the majority of them wouldn’t, there were a few that would, at the very least, give us a side eye.
“Second, if anyone says shit to you, you need to tell me,” he added, fire flashing in his eyes.
I smirked. “I just figured I’d tell Katy or Rhodes.” His sister and best friend were two of the hottest headed people I’d evermet, and they were fiercely loyal in addition to being more than a little overprotective of me.
He winced. “Yeah, maybe we don’t start a pack war,” he muttered.
My brows lifted. “Oh, because you’d be so much calmer?”
He grinned at me, not bothering to disagree. While Remy was diplomatic and level headed, once you pissed him off? Yeah, good freaking luck weathering Hurricane Remy. He was the youngest Alpha our pack had ever had, and one of the youngest in North America, but he’d proven—multiple times—that he wasn’t an Alpha by default.
He’dearnedthat title, and he had no problem proving why he was the Alpha as many times as it took.
It was me who hated seeing him challenged or getting upset.
