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angrier.
"You're getting jealous," he teased as they sat back, a busboy removing their dishes without speaking a word, a welcome change from their server.
"I am not!" she protested. "I'm angry over the fact that she doesn't seem to think I exist. I know she doesn't realize I'm her boss, but holy hell. She needs to get it together!"
At that moment, Joanna walked downstairs, beckoning her hand at Natasha.
"I suppose I am needed. So much for a day off," she said wryly, rising and heading off.
Bryce decided that he wasn't ready to head out yet, so he picked himself up and moved over to the bar, sliding into one of the cushioned, high-backed bar stools.
"What'll it be today Bryce?" asked Morgan, the bartender.
"Just a beer, actually, if you don't mind," he said absentmindedly, not in the mood for anything else.
He was halfway through it when Jake showed up, sliding into the chair next to him.
"Hey Bryce," he said, indicating to the bartender that he would take one of the same.
"She's the one Jake."
"So I figured by your voice the other night. I trust my...arrangements, are okay?"
"You know," he said, turning to face his Alpha. "Sometimes, you're an all-right guy."
"Just sometimes?" Jake replied with a soft laugh, turning to thank Morgan for the glass. "So, how are things going with you two?"
"They aren't."
"What?"
"I mean, they aren't sour, but they aren't progressing. She's all but acknowledged that there's something going on between us, but she wants to wait. To get settled in to town, her job, and her new life here, before she starts going after a romantic relationship."
"Ouch. That's rough," Jake said, tinking his glass against Bryce's as a show of support.
"Yeah. We'll see though. I don't want to wait too long. In case things—" he stopped, not wanting to continue.
Jake nodded his understanding, both at what Bryce had meant, and why he hadn't said it. None of them wanted to talk about what was coming, and what it may mean for some of them.
"Life has a way of ensuring these sorts of things work out. I wouldn't stress about it too much, Bryce. Don't let the, ah...situation force you into doing anything rash or foolish."
"Not really my style."
"I know. I'm glad I don’t have to worry about that kind of thing with you."
Bryce appreciated the confidence from his Alpha.
"Maybe this will help things with your parents," Jake continued. "You know, down the line if things go well. If you two have a baby, maybe they'll relax, and give you that trust fund," he joked, shaking Bryce's shoulder as he poked fun.
Bryce laughed. "Thanks, but I doubt they would approve of a 'blueblood' mating with a human." He took a taste of his drink, thinking of what they might say.
Bryce was unique among the pack. At least, that's what his parents tried to tell him. The origin of wolf-shifters was unknown, but they seemed to have first cropped up sometime around the turn of the last millennium, over a thousand years before. The early ones had carried huge, unruly animals within them, though the savage brutality had waned, in step with the evolution of society, according to many.
Those original bloodlines, however, were still revered by some. The members of family trees that could trace their lineage back to some of the originals were often unafraid to flaunt that knowledge. The Hollands were one such line, and Bryce's parents made sure everyone knew it. They were also very specific with him producing a firstborn male heir to continue the line. They contacted him every few months to try and introduce him to yet another "proper" woman who would bear his pups.
He detested all of it. The snobbery, the heirs, the money. There were few things that annoyed him more than—
"Hi Bryce."
He shuddered internally, careful to keep a calm, blank look on his face. Speaking of things that annoyed him more...
"Hi," he said to the waitress at his elbow. He made sure not to acknowledge that he remembered her name, doing nothing to appear
"You're getting jealous," he teased as they sat back, a busboy removing their dishes without speaking a word, a welcome change from their server.
"I am not!" she protested. "I'm angry over the fact that she doesn't seem to think I exist. I know she doesn't realize I'm her boss, but holy hell. She needs to get it together!"
At that moment, Joanna walked downstairs, beckoning her hand at Natasha.
"I suppose I am needed. So much for a day off," she said wryly, rising and heading off.
Bryce decided that he wasn't ready to head out yet, so he picked himself up and moved over to the bar, sliding into one of the cushioned, high-backed bar stools.
"What'll it be today Bryce?" asked Morgan, the bartender.
"Just a beer, actually, if you don't mind," he said absentmindedly, not in the mood for anything else.
He was halfway through it when Jake showed up, sliding into the chair next to him.
"Hey Bryce," he said, indicating to the bartender that he would take one of the same.
"She's the one Jake."
"So I figured by your voice the other night. I trust my...arrangements, are okay?"
"You know," he said, turning to face his Alpha. "Sometimes, you're an all-right guy."
"Just sometimes?" Jake replied with a soft laugh, turning to thank Morgan for the glass. "So, how are things going with you two?"
"They aren't."
"What?"
"I mean, they aren't sour, but they aren't progressing. She's all but acknowledged that there's something going on between us, but she wants to wait. To get settled in to town, her job, and her new life here, before she starts going after a romantic relationship."
"Ouch. That's rough," Jake said, tinking his glass against Bryce's as a show of support.
"Yeah. We'll see though. I don't want to wait too long. In case things—" he stopped, not wanting to continue.
Jake nodded his understanding, both at what Bryce had meant, and why he hadn't said it. None of them wanted to talk about what was coming, and what it may mean for some of them.
"Life has a way of ensuring these sorts of things work out. I wouldn't stress about it too much, Bryce. Don't let the, ah...situation force you into doing anything rash or foolish."
"Not really my style."
"I know. I'm glad I don’t have to worry about that kind of thing with you."
Bryce appreciated the confidence from his Alpha.
"Maybe this will help things with your parents," Jake continued. "You know, down the line if things go well. If you two have a baby, maybe they'll relax, and give you that trust fund," he joked, shaking Bryce's shoulder as he poked fun.
Bryce laughed. "Thanks, but I doubt they would approve of a 'blueblood' mating with a human." He took a taste of his drink, thinking of what they might say.
Bryce was unique among the pack. At least, that's what his parents tried to tell him. The origin of wolf-shifters was unknown, but they seemed to have first cropped up sometime around the turn of the last millennium, over a thousand years before. The early ones had carried huge, unruly animals within them, though the savage brutality had waned, in step with the evolution of society, according to many.
Those original bloodlines, however, were still revered by some. The members of family trees that could trace their lineage back to some of the originals were often unafraid to flaunt that knowledge. The Hollands were one such line, and Bryce's parents made sure everyone knew it. They were also very specific with him producing a firstborn male heir to continue the line. They contacted him every few months to try and introduce him to yet another "proper" woman who would bear his pups.
He detested all of it. The snobbery, the heirs, the money. There were few things that annoyed him more than—
"Hi Bryce."
He shuddered internally, careful to keep a calm, blank look on his face. Speaking of things that annoyed him more...
"Hi," he said to the waitress at his elbow. He made sure not to acknowledge that he remembered her name, doing nothing to appear
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