Page 45 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
“Nah, I’m not seeing it,” Jeremy argued, pointing at the throw pillows I’d bought earlier today. “Those are too pretty and soft looking.”
“And that’s a bad thing? Having something pretty and soft?” I fluttered my lashes a bit.
“Not again,” Darius whined. “Take pity on the single guy in the room, please.”
I actually felt sorry for him, but I still wasn’t about to stop my teasing. I’d found that it was my love language. Either teasing Jeremy with my words, or my tickling. I simply couldn’t stop. I had all of this love inside of me that begged to be let out, andI couldn’t very well just kneel and take his dick into my mouth whenever the urge to love him got too big, now, could I?
“Sorry, man,” Jeremy grimaced. “You still haven’t talked to Milo?”
“Define talk?”
I smacked Darius’ arm. “You fucked him and didn’t tell us?!”
“What?” he spluttered. “Of course not!”
“Then why are you questioning if you’ve talked or not?!”
Those two men, I swore they’d be the death of me.
“I just meant it wasn’t very conversational, more like…” he sighed. “He’s just such a brat.”
“Then spank him,” I suggested, making Jeremy choke on air. “What?” I demanded, eyeing Jeremy with confusion. “Maybe it’ll help?”
Greg chose that perfect moment to call, reminding me we had a cooking date tonight. He offered to help me prep for our ceremony food, and I’d accepted happily.
“I’m off,” I announced, pecking a kiss to Jeremy’s lips before bouncing down the stairs. I was just so damn excited about seeing Greg, and the ceremony tomorrow, of course.
Jeremy and I had done a few things to tide us over this week. Most nights, though, I slept with Red, making sure we both wouldn’t be tempted. I’d also told him that if this ceremony got pushed, I would jump him, no questions asked, formalities be damned.
Jeremy had agreed to my demand with no issue, of course.
We stood outside with the pack surrounding us. It was finally time to do the claiming ceremony. I was dressed in dark jeans and a mint green sweater. Jeremy was looking way too edible in light denim jeans and a tight fitting white T-shirt. His brown hair had been cut by Mary’s daughter, Dahlia, making him look even better.
And to think he wasmine.
Jeremy hadn’t been the only one to get a haircut. My own normal brown hair, unlike Jeremy’s that held that copper shine, was cut so it wasn’t getting into my eyes anymore. I felt good. Jeremy seemed to like it too, mentioning how it made my blue eyes pop more. I would need to see Dahlia more often, it seemed.
“Ready?” Jeremy asked, looking so damn happy as we stood there, about to be acknowledged as real mates in front of everyone. Greg, Silas, and Rowan were there too, which only made me even more giddy with happiness.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, making several of our pack mates chuckle.
The ceremony was very straightforward. Jeremy would welcome me into the pack officially, and then he would claim me as the Alpha’s Mate. After, we would drive home and fuck for hours. If not days. I was looking forward to the latter.
“Groove Vale Pack!” Jeremy began. “I hereby welcome Cass Balone into our pack.”
People cheered and it felt good being welcomed. We’d feared more would show hostility towards me, but so far only—
“Alpha Jeremy,” Fillian said, standing tall. “I challenge you for the title of Alpha.”
People gasped, me included. Jeremy had told me how rare this was. It was a fight to the death, unless one of them submitted, making them a lone wolf without a pack.
Ohmyfuckinggod!
My poor Jeremy had to fight to the death! And on our ceremony day!
“And I will be his second,” Fillian’s father, Marcus, announced, slithering closer to Fillian’s side.
“Fucking fantastic,” Jeremy muttered, then pecked a kiss on my lips. “Stay with my dad while I fight, okay?”
