Page 38 of Rise of the Alpha

She wipes the tear that left her eye and sighs before straightening her spine and looking over my shoulder to where Wylla stands, watching us. She must give her a look or something because Maggie nods her head, then sighs. “I got an email from my dad. He wanted to make sure I was behaving and living up to the standards and rules given to me before I came to school. Then he gave me my travel arrangements for my trip home this weekend, and I, well, I just started to panic.”

I stand up and sit on the bed with my back against the wall and reach out to her, pulling her into my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss the top of her head. “What are you anxious about? Let’s see if we can fix some of the issues.”

“Jude, I’m not supposed to have any jewelry or tattoos, and I went and got both. If my dad or Alpha see them, I’m as good as dead. They’ll mark me as not mate-worthy, then what will I do?” She starts crying again.

“Okay, first of all, it’s Fall, so you can wear long sleeves and no one will see the sexy little ink you got. As for the piercings, depending on where they are you can get some tape and cover them up. I will get a roll and drop it off to you Friday before you leave,” I murmur into her hair as I hold her.

“But how can I hide the one in my nose? I think they’ll notice the tape there. I can’t take it out yet, and it's a hoop, so I can’t just flip it up in my nose like the internet says you should be able to do,” she rushes out without taking a breath. I can tell her anxiety is rising again.

“Yes, you’re right. If we can’t hide it with tape, and Wylla can’t cover it with some type of spell, then you simply say you made an error in judgment and ask for forgiveness. See, taken care of.”

She nods in approval, and I rub my hands up and down her arms in comfort. I look up to Wylla who is leaning against the wall by the door, watching us. She mouths thank you, and I wink back at her.

“Anyway, babes, I came here to see if you little hotties wanted to come up to our room for some fine dining. In case you were wondering, the chef will be serving pizza and beer.”

Maggie turns, so she’s facing me as she listens to my request, and she looks undecided. Meanwhile, Wylla stays silent. I’m assuming she’s going to follow her girl’s lead on this. But I need them to come upstairs; the guys have no idea what I’m up to. Before I left I just told them to clean our room like our parents would want and sent Zeke to get supplies. My goal here is to surprise them and have a chill but fun night with our ladies. Knowing I haven’t paid as much attention to Wylla as Maggie lately since we are trying to show her how serious we are, but I need to. Though I don’t think Wylla is the type of witch who needs constant reassurance of my interest. I really fucking want them to come upstairs, so I need to butter them up.

“Now, I know you’re still iffy on some of the things involving the two fucks upstairs, but let us wine and dine you ladies with the finest beer we could find at the gas station.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at Maggie.

Maggie giggles. “Sure.”

I turn to Wylla to get her answer, but she just rolls her eyes at me. “Alright, demon boy, you win. Let us get cleaned up a bit, and we’ll come up for your greasy pizza and shitty beer.”

Standing up, I pump my fist in the air. “Fuck yeah! I’ll wait here while you two do what ya need to get ready. Perhaps a little changing of clothes? Ehhhh? Or you two could massage lotion on one another’s backs,” I tease. “I could supervise or be a spare hand if needed.”

Maggie laughs some more as she stands from the bed and heads toward the closet. I’m watching her ass in the sweats she has on, so intently I don’t see the pencil cup thrown at me until it smacks the side of my head, “Lotion? On each other's backs? Really? I thought as an Incubus, you’d have a wilder imagination than that. Besides, I think we can handle that ourselves. I’m well versed in massages and don’t need to be supervised by a horny ass demon,” Wylla says as she crosses her arms and quirks a brow at me.

“Baby, I have quite the imagination. You’d be shocked at the filthy things I could dream up to do to your body.”

A tiny gasp has both of us whipping our heads toward the closet. Where Maggie is standing in a new shirt but has her legs clenched, rubbing her thighs together.

I stroll over to her, making sure to allow the lust to waft off me in waves, and wrap my arms around her, bringing my lips close to her ear, “That turn you on, Maggie? Hearing I want to do filthy things to your roommate and you?”

A quiet whimper is all I get in answer. Wylla, being the annoying but sexy little witch that she is, comes over and grabs Maggie’s hand, pulling her out of my hold. “Come on, lovebirds, let's go upstairs. I’m starving.”

Maggie looks back at me with her bottom lip between her teeth but lets Wylla pull her from the room. I follow behind them as we get to the elevator, and we are all silent as we ride up one level to our floor. Leading the way out of the elevator to our door, I turn the knob, then kick the door open, so it flies against the wall. “Surprise, fuckers! We have guests.”

Blaine

Jude,thatsmug,slylittle bastard, saunters into the room with Magnolia and Wylla behind him. This explains why he had Zeke and me clean our nasty ass room. Also, why he asked Zeke to go down to the gas station to get beer. We thought maybe he was trying to have a party. This is a much better idea, though. Just the girls and us. It’s all the party we need, and it gives me a chance to get a little closer to Magnolia.

Wylla plops down on the bed next to me. Jude snags Magnolia around the waist as she passes him and pulls her down into his lap in the computer chair he likes to sit in. She’s giggling, and the sweet sound has my cock jerking in my pants.Mate!My wolf must like the sound of her sweet little giggles, too. I settle him with promises that I’m working on getting her to believe she belongs to us. I’m staring at Magnolia in awe when our door once again opens, and Zeke stands in the door frame frozen with both hands full of beer.

He swiftly composes himself and puts the beer in the mini-fridge. “You guys all want one?”

“Yes,” comes from everyone. Zeke pulls them out and, one by one, hands them to us. There’s a knock on the door as he grabs one for himself. Cracking open the lid to the can, he takes a drink, ignoring whoever’s at the door, and takes a seat on his bed.

“I got it,” I call out, a little annoyed, as I stand from my bed and head to it. Opening the door, I see it’s the pizza. I grab the pizzas and set them on top of the fridge when my ears pick up the rumbling of someone’s stomach. Turning, I see Magnolia wide-eyed in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I must be hungrier than I thought,” she whispers. Her face turns the cutest shade of pink, hiding her face in Jude’s shirt. I quickly give my attention back to the pizza boy and throw him a ten and shut the door without another word. I don’t have time for pleasantries with the delivery driver. My mate is hungry, and my wolf wants her to eat.

“Magnolia, you come get your slices first. The rest of these delinquents can wait,” I tell her as I hand her a paper plate. She accepts it as she stands and grabs two slices of the veggie pizza. I throw another on her plate as she turns back to her seat. She quirks a brow at me, but I just shrug, “Sorry, babe, my wolf wants you good and full.”

Her eyes widen a bit before she composes herself and sits in the extra chair next to Jude and starts eating. I catch a glimpse of Wylla and what looks to be hurt on her face. Not wanting to upset my mate's best friend, “Wylla, you’re next.” She jumps up, grabs a plate, and places two pieces of meat lovers on it. For some reason, my wolf screams out to me that she needs more. Doing the same as I had with Magnolia, I add an extra slice to her plate, earning a curious look from her that I quickly brush off.

We’ve all had our fill of pizza, and I think each of us is feeling tipsy from the beers we’ve drunk while eating and chatting about our lives. I’m also feeling slightly annoyed that Jude is monopolizing all of Magnolia’s time. He keeps directing all his questions to her and touching her every chance he gets. I love him and all, but I’m kind of thinking about breaking a finger or two if he doesn’t start sharing.

“Blaine, why are you growling?” Magnolia asks, pulling me from my fantasy of snapping my best friend’s fingers while laughing about it.Shit! I didn’t realize I was growling.I try to think of a response that won’t upset our sweet little mate, but I come up with nothing. I open my mouth to apologize when Wylla saves the day. Or should I say saves my fucking ass?

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