there.” He pointed to a nearly empty row that would normally be behind first base.
Tiffany nodded and made her way through the crowd towards the area Luka indicated.
Michele tugged his arm.
He glanced at her. Seeing the quizzical expression on her face, he said nothing. Facing the guards again, he took a step closer. “Where are we to go?”
The air around them grew thicker. “Over there, towards the dais, my prince.”
Luka nodded. Pulling Michele with him, he headed towards the large, white and grey dais sitting in the middle of the field.
Being led out there with three guards on each side, Luka and Michele walked carefully, cautiously. There were plenty of friends here, but more enemies.
Michele gave him a sideways glance.
Trust me. She’ll be safer there. That’s all my immediate pack, and they’ll fight for her if something goes wrong.
Michele nodded. She let out a breath and clutched his hand tighter. Her voice dropped from its normal tone. “You speak as though this could go wrong.”
He nodded. “Jared is not the kindest of rulers, as you know. Lajon will be here after we’re seated to test us.”
Michele’s grip tightened on his hand. “Test us?”
He took his seat. Luka’s head didn’t move, but his eyes scanned the entire crowd. Wolves were on all sides of him, many of the rogues at his back, poised to jump. There was a palpable tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.
From the bullpen on his left, a crowd had gathered. Many more from the various packs had shown up to greet him and see him pass his test.
“You didn’t mention a test, Luka.” Michele took her seat beside him.
He twitched. “I didn’t?”
She shook her head.
“Shit.” He managed to keep that one word spoken in a mutter.
Nails dug into his flesh.
He bit back a groan. Cool it. It won’t be bad or hard. You don’t have to know pack history or shit like that.
The pressure on his hand eased.
It’s more performance art.
The sound of teeth clenching made Luka turn to his lover and mate. He knew what to expect. And he knew Michele wouldn’t go for it if she had to perform anything overly sexual in public. Still, he had no idea what Lajon would ask of him, if anything. The man was unpredictable.
The remainder of the seats filled, with Alphas down front and their packs behind them in various sections according to region.
Luka didn’t like having the rogues behind him. He’d spotted some of the more prominent troublemakers taking seats near the dais. We’re surrounded by enemies, it seems.
Michele nodded.
He heard her swallow.
He leant over and kissed her cheek.
Can you fight?
The feminine voice floated over his mind like sweet candy. Jerking his head towards Michele, he started to speak, but responded on the mental pathway instead. Yeah. When did you learn to speak on this channel?
She giggled. I’ve been with you for a couple of days. I was bound to pick up a few tricks.
His eyes narrowed on her, especially the way the dress clung to her ample breasts. Licking his lips, he kept his physical responses non-evident. I’m glad. I feel my brother’s energy.
Michele’s breath caught in her throat.
Did she have unresolved feelings for him?
You know I hate him, right?
He nodded. Glad.
The noise in the stadium grew very loud and raucous then died quickly when the doors that led from one of the locker rooms swung open.
A thick cloud of smoke billowed out from the entrance, and a large figure appeared, walking confidently towards the dais.
The smoke cleared enough for human eyes to make out the figure.
“ Lajon ,” Luka whispered.
The man stood tall. His large dreads framed a face that looked rough, raw, making him seem even darker, meaner. He wore a vest and jeans with boots that stopped at his knees. Rich, dark chocolate skin was exposed, showing others his well-defined body.
“That’s Lajon ?” Michele tried to keep a whispered tone.
Luka felt a chill race through his
Tiffany nodded and made her way through the crowd towards the area Luka indicated.
Michele tugged his arm.
He glanced at her. Seeing the quizzical expression on her face, he said nothing. Facing the guards again, he took a step closer. “Where are we to go?”
The air around them grew thicker. “Over there, towards the dais, my prince.”
Luka nodded. Pulling Michele with him, he headed towards the large, white and grey dais sitting in the middle of the field.
Being led out there with three guards on each side, Luka and Michele walked carefully, cautiously. There were plenty of friends here, but more enemies.
Michele gave him a sideways glance.
Trust me. She’ll be safer there. That’s all my immediate pack, and they’ll fight for her if something goes wrong.
Michele nodded. She let out a breath and clutched his hand tighter. Her voice dropped from its normal tone. “You speak as though this could go wrong.”
He nodded. “Jared is not the kindest of rulers, as you know. Lajon will be here after we’re seated to test us.”
Michele’s grip tightened on his hand. “Test us?”
He took his seat. Luka’s head didn’t move, but his eyes scanned the entire crowd. Wolves were on all sides of him, many of the rogues at his back, poised to jump. There was a palpable tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.
From the bullpen on his left, a crowd had gathered. Many more from the various packs had shown up to greet him and see him pass his test.
“You didn’t mention a test, Luka.” Michele took her seat beside him.
He twitched. “I didn’t?”
She shook her head.
“Shit.” He managed to keep that one word spoken in a mutter.
Nails dug into his flesh.
He bit back a groan. Cool it. It won’t be bad or hard. You don’t have to know pack history or shit like that.
The pressure on his hand eased.
It’s more performance art.
The sound of teeth clenching made Luka turn to his lover and mate. He knew what to expect. And he knew Michele wouldn’t go for it if she had to perform anything overly sexual in public. Still, he had no idea what Lajon would ask of him, if anything. The man was unpredictable.
The remainder of the seats filled, with Alphas down front and their packs behind them in various sections according to region.
Luka didn’t like having the rogues behind him. He’d spotted some of the more prominent troublemakers taking seats near the dais. We’re surrounded by enemies, it seems.
Michele nodded.
He heard her swallow.
He leant over and kissed her cheek.
Can you fight?
The feminine voice floated over his mind like sweet candy. Jerking his head towards Michele, he started to speak, but responded on the mental pathway instead. Yeah. When did you learn to speak on this channel?
She giggled. I’ve been with you for a couple of days. I was bound to pick up a few tricks.
His eyes narrowed on her, especially the way the dress clung to her ample breasts. Licking his lips, he kept his physical responses non-evident. I’m glad. I feel my brother’s energy.
Michele’s breath caught in her throat.
Did she have unresolved feelings for him?
You know I hate him, right?
He nodded. Glad.
The noise in the stadium grew very loud and raucous then died quickly when the doors that led from one of the locker rooms swung open.
A thick cloud of smoke billowed out from the entrance, and a large figure appeared, walking confidently towards the dais.
The smoke cleared enough for human eyes to make out the figure.
“ Lajon ,” Luka whispered.
The man stood tall. His large dreads framed a face that looked rough, raw, making him seem even darker, meaner. He wore a vest and jeans with boots that stopped at his knees. Rich, dark chocolate skin was exposed, showing others his well-defined body.
“That’s Lajon ?” Michele tried to keep a whispered tone.
Luka felt a chill race through his
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