Page 11 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
Once Rowan was back downstairs, we decided to cover the floor in pillows from the couch, making it real comfy.
“Action or comedy?” Rowan asked, turning on the TV.
“Comedy,” I replied instantly. I needed some fun in my life.
He picked a random one, but before it got started, the front door flew open, much like my own had done only a few hoursago. Maybe it was a sort of mafia thing to do, an announcement sort of deal.
Rowan and Greg jumped up from our cozy little cocoon and snarled. I’d never heard grown men make that sound before. It made my neck hair stand.
Six men came inside, looking around the house as if searching for something. The man in front stole all my attention. He was drop dead gorgeous. His hair was a light brown shade that almost looked reddish in the soft glow of the light. His green eyes seemed to glow as they met mine. Was that relief I saw reflected in his gaze?
Now, I’d seen a lot of handsome men, I could confidently say that, but never had I actually wanted to climb one like a tree, until now.
“Mine,” the gorgeous man stated, his tone growly.
“Hi,” I said, waving from the floor. “You interrupted movie night.”
That stopped the man, his posture changed, his head tilted like I’d seen dogs do. He looked utterly confused. “Movie… Night?”
“Yeah,” I grinned. “Are you friends of Rowan and Greg?”
“Um, no,” he replied, eyeing the men he came with. One I recognized.
“Hey!” I snapped, eyeing the silver haired man. “You’re the jerk who laughed at me!”
I quickly snapped my mouth shut. Red had just been a figment of my imagination. Had the laughing been real then? Oh. My. God! Had he laughed at me because I’d been talking to myself?!
Just kill me now….
“He laughed at you?” Greg demanded, ending the question with a snarl.
“Yeah, at least I think so,” I whispered, not knowing what was real or not anymore.
“Cass is coming with us,” the man in front demanded, ignoring the fact one of his men was a jerk.
“How do you know my name?” I inquired, more intrigued than worried.
He sighed, “Just come. We need to fix your front door.”
“He’s not going with you!” Rowan growled at the same time I blurted, “I don’t know you!”
Greg smirked at the stranger. “See, he doesn’t want to go with you.”
That had the stranger growling, before he seemed to come to some sort of decision and promptly started stripping.
“Hey, now,” I began.There was no reason to get naked!?
He simply winked and then, in a blink it seemed, gone was the lickable stranger, and instead stood….
“Red!” I exclaimed, sobbing as I flew up from the floor and then crushed the wolf into a big hug. Some of the men behind Red moved closer, like they wanted to stop me from hugging him, but to my surprise, the jerk from yesterday stopped them.
Red’s scent enveloped me, comforting me. He wasn’t some made up fantasy creature from my imagination. He was real! Knowing he was okay, that he truly was there, in my arms, had me crying even harder. It felt like I could breathe again.
“So, um,” one of the men who’d barged in said. “We’ll go. Let Silas know Jeremy needs a word with him.” It was said as a threat, and Greg and Rowan snarled in response but nodded their reluctant agreement.
“Come Cass,” the jerk said, his tone kind, but I just glared at him and hugged Red closer to me.
“I’m not going with you!” I gasped, offended he’d even think so lowly of me. He’d laughed and taunted Red yesterday. He could fuck off, for all I cared.
