Page 46 of Assisting the Alpha
“Shit.” I’m not sure if I’m swearing about the loss of a potential lead or the arrest due to dating one of the coven. As much as I want to win this contract for my team so we can make a go of things in this city and not have to start again somewhere else, I’m beginning to realise how much it would benefit the other supernatural species as well.
It also makes me wonder if the coven’s attitude could affect things between Ayo and me. We’re still sharing a bed, but in the week since Irving died, we’ve done nothing more than cuddle and fall asleep. I don’t want to push to go back to fooling around when he’s just lost a friend, and we never actually made it past handjobs and blowjobs before that.
Was I just a bit of fun for Ayo? Is it over before it’s really begun?
I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I shake off those thoughts, determined to focus on this case. I promised myself I wouldn’t make things weird between us no matter what, and right now we have other priorities.
“What about the wolf?”
“Ha. Jethro is?—”
“Get back here, you absolute tosser!” Raj’s shout makes us all look up a moment before Jet comes barrelling into the room, an enormous grin on his face and delight sparking in his scent.
Raj runs in after him, chasing him around the room until Jet literally crawls under Cal’s desk and uses Cal’s legs as a shield.
Raj looks like he’s about to shift and tear the office apart, so it’s definitely time to intervene.
“Hold,” I command, causing everyone in the room to freeze. Even Ayo, which is adorable. “Jet, get out from under there before you break something.”
Jet crawls three desks along, past Skye, before he comes out next to Kit. He doesn’t run though, and the mischief in his eyes is dissipating.
I turn to my best friend. “What did he do this time?”
Raj glares at Jet, still looking seconds from shifting, his scent full of righteous anger. “He tweaked my autocorrect. Every time I typed ‘murderer,’ ‘culprit,’ or ‘suspect,’ it changed it to ‘amante.’”
The Spanish word for lover. Not ideal.
“Kit?”
“On it,” Kit says.
Raj is still fuming, though. I brace myself for how bad this actually is. “Who did you email?”
“The mayor’s office.” Raj’s brown skin flushes as his scent colours with embarrassment.
I turn a dark look on Jet, who throws his hands up. “How was I supposed to know he sends emails without reading them through first? It was a harmless prank!”
“Not so harmless if it costs us this contract though, is it?” My voice has deepened with a growl. I swear, one of these days I’m going to lock these two in a room together until only one of them is left alive. They were bad enough in the military, but since we’ve left, things have definitely gotten worse.
Kit pipes up from their computer. “I’ve recalled the email and deleted it from the mayor’s system. We can’t erase the fact that someone may have already read it or potentially forwarded it, but that’s the best I can do.”
“Thanks, Kit. Raj, correct the email and send it again. You.” I stand and stab a finger at Jet’s chest. “Come with me. Ayo?”
“Yes?” he squeaks.
I’d wonder if he’s nervous, but there’s definite lust in his scent. I’ll have to remember later what me being dominant and growly does for him. Perhaps we can have some fun with that tonight.
“Let’s start your training early today.”
Cal joins us and the four of us head down to the basement training area I’ve more or less block-booked for the next few weeks. There are a few outstanding bookings in there that I decided Kit shouldn’t interfere with, but for the most part we have it to ourselves whenever we want it.
Ayo sets a ward as Jet sheds his clothes. Cal has a quiet conversation with Ayo, talking him through a strategy for today’s practice session, and Jet hops from foot to foot.
“Boss?”
I raise my eyebrow at my most troublesome employee, my arms folded. “Yes?”
“I really didn’t mean any harm.”
