Page 108 of The Denver Alpha

I’m a planner, and it was no accident that I chose last night for my grand gesture to make her mine. It was in hopes that if all went well, I could officially introduce her to the pack today as Luna at our annual end of summer gathering. Rumors have already been swirling since the morning I staked my claim in the packhouse kitchen, and if I’m being honest, the whispers started long before that.

Guess I wasn’t exactly subtle about wanting her.

But now I get to officially announce the news; that we’re fated, marked, bound to one another for the rest of our lives. That Juliet will be joining our pack and leading it alongside me.

I could’ve told her about today, but then she would’ve had time to worry about how the news may be received rather than just embracing her moment. She might’ve taken Tayla’s cruel words to heart instead of allowing the rest of the pack to speak for themselves.

So yeah, I’m springing it on her. But it’s with the best of intentions.

“I’ve gotta run downstairs for some clothes,” Juliet says as she strides out of the bathroom with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body, wringing her hair out with another.

I shake my head as I pull on a faded grey t-shirt. “No you don’t.”

Juliet smirks, arching a brow. “I thought you were against me going to breakfast naked?”

I give her a warning look, but she only laughs. Then I tip my head and say, “Look in the closet.”

She eyes me suspiciously as she struts over to the walk-in closet, and when she steps inside and I hear her little gasp of surprise, I can’t help but smile.

I cleared out a side for her, making my intentions clear that this is no longer my room, butours. At the risk of being presumptuous, I haven’t had her things moved up here yet, but I did send Shay out shopping so she’d have a few things here until then.

“Are all these for me?!” Juliet calls excitedly from inside the closet.

I drop down to sit on the edge of the bed. “Of course they are.”

I hear the slide of the hangers across the metal bar in the closet as she rifles through the clothes, then Juliet’s soft giggle before she appears in the doorway.

“Okay, there’s no way you picked these out,” she declares, holding up a hanger containing some strappy leather thing that looks a lot like something a dominatrix would wear.

I frown, shooting to my feet and crossing the room to her. “I’m gonna kill Shay,” I grumble as I reach out to snatch the hanger.

Juliet laughs, dancing away with the skimpy leather getup before I can get my hands on it. “Aw, cmon! I bet it came with a matching whip!” she teases.

I level her with a glare. “Then your ass is gonna be stinging later.”

I see a little shiver of excitement run through her at the prospect of that, but she goes on teasing me nonetheless.

“Don’t be a prude,” Juliet laughs. “Maybe we should mix things up!”

She waggles her brows as I reach out again, successfully snatching the outfit away this time.

She shoves out her lower lip in a pout as she watches me chuck it across the room. “Aw, you’re no fun.”

“You wanna get spanked?” I growl.

Juliet’s blue eyes flare. “Kinda.”

My dick twitches behind my zipper.

“Later,” I grit out, barely able to restrain myself from tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bed, and painting her ass red with my palm.

That’ll only delay us further. We slept in, and judging by the time, the party downstairs is likely already in full swing. We always serve breakfast at this thing, and there’s nothing that draws a bunch of wolves to a gathering like the promise of food.

Plus, I already fucked her twice this morning- once in the bed, then in the shower. It’s a wonder she can walk straight.

Juliet spins around and strolls back into the closet, thumbing through the rack of clothes while I lean a shoulder against the doorframe to watch her.

“Remind me to thank Shay,” she says over her shoulder as she assesses her choices.

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