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bath?”
“I’m going to shower and pack my things. I can’t stay here.”
Panicked he pulled her body along his. “No, you will stay, I’ll protect you. We’re not done.”
Peeling herself away, “Oh, we’re done. I think I made it quite clear I don’t need or want your protection. I can take care of myself, like I’ve always done. You are obviously on the prowl for your next conquest and I don’t plan on being it. Have a nice life.”
Dante was working on a growl to end the argument but the doorbell rang. He was on his way to ignoring it and getting back to Katarina when the alarm went off and Sasha walked into the living room wearing little more than lingerie.
His growl turned into a roar when he snarled. “Get the fuck out. I need privacy with my mate.”
At Sasha’s gasp Katarina recoiled, “I’m not your mate. Sasha came to play so you better be nice or she won’t tuck you in.” With a last look in his direction she bit her lip and added. “Goodbye, Dante.” She jerked her arm out of his grasp and began the long walk of shame to pack her bags.
Dante wanted to rage and howl at his mates rejection but he needed to get rid of Sasha first. He knew his eyes were touched with a bit of wildness but there was nothing he could do right now. Putting his hands in front of his naked manhood he began, “Sasha, how can I help you?”
Her scent was irritating him, making him want to sneeze. She stared at his groin for a moment and blushed when she looked up. She obviously liked what she saw because she lowered her lashes and stuttered. “I, I just…just think. I’m a strong wolf, alpha. I would make a good mate.”
Dante let out a long exhausted breath. “I don’t doubt that you could be an alphas mate, Sasha. You’re just not mine. I want a mate that will challenge me and make me laugh at the same time heating my blood. I’m very sorry to inform you that I’ve chosen a mate. You’re too late.”
Her eyes narrowed, “It would seem that your mate isn’t interested in mating with you. When she leaves I’ll allow you to claim me and we’ll rule this pack.”
His manacle laughter ensued and he knew that she wouldn’t be pleased by his next statement. “Even if my beloved Katarina refuses me I’ll not mate you. I don’t want you.”
Dante was surprised when Sasha didn’t back down but instead began to approach him. She kept her eyes downcast as she sashayed to him. He was alpha and not about to back down. He knew the moment she scented his anger because she whimpered as she reached out and with shaking hand ran her fingertips down his chest eliciting an angry growl from him. She didn’t back down, even attempted to slide here hand down to his abdomen.
Dante was trying to decide how to best handle Sasha and force her to go away without physical violence when all of a sudden his stomach gave a lurch and he lost his stomach contents right on her white nightie. Oops. Not only had he vomited on her but he had developed a bright red raised rash where she’d touched him. Almost like hives.
Sasha backed up and looked down at herself with disgust. “You…Oh God,” she bent at the waist and began to dry heave.
All the commotion must have awoken Bailey because she and Paul rushed into the room. Bailey had a sheet wrapped around her while Paul was as naked as Dante attempting to stand in front of her and guard her from unseen danger. “What the hell?”
Dante was grinning down at Sasha when he heard Bailey’s confused question. He looked up seeing his sister’s disheveled appearance and cringed. “Have mercy Bailey. Put some clothes on.”
Paul, still making a valiant attempt to guard her, nodded. “I tried to tell her. Why is the girl covered in…yuck? Is she sick, in need of attention?”
Dante tried to hide his chuckle at Sasha’s condition but sobered quickly when he thought of his
“I’m going to shower and pack my things. I can’t stay here.”
Panicked he pulled her body along his. “No, you will stay, I’ll protect you. We’re not done.”
Peeling herself away, “Oh, we’re done. I think I made it quite clear I don’t need or want your protection. I can take care of myself, like I’ve always done. You are obviously on the prowl for your next conquest and I don’t plan on being it. Have a nice life.”
Dante was working on a growl to end the argument but the doorbell rang. He was on his way to ignoring it and getting back to Katarina when the alarm went off and Sasha walked into the living room wearing little more than lingerie.
His growl turned into a roar when he snarled. “Get the fuck out. I need privacy with my mate.”
At Sasha’s gasp Katarina recoiled, “I’m not your mate. Sasha came to play so you better be nice or she won’t tuck you in.” With a last look in his direction she bit her lip and added. “Goodbye, Dante.” She jerked her arm out of his grasp and began the long walk of shame to pack her bags.
Dante wanted to rage and howl at his mates rejection but he needed to get rid of Sasha first. He knew his eyes were touched with a bit of wildness but there was nothing he could do right now. Putting his hands in front of his naked manhood he began, “Sasha, how can I help you?”
Her scent was irritating him, making him want to sneeze. She stared at his groin for a moment and blushed when she looked up. She obviously liked what she saw because she lowered her lashes and stuttered. “I, I just…just think. I’m a strong wolf, alpha. I would make a good mate.”
Dante let out a long exhausted breath. “I don’t doubt that you could be an alphas mate, Sasha. You’re just not mine. I want a mate that will challenge me and make me laugh at the same time heating my blood. I’m very sorry to inform you that I’ve chosen a mate. You’re too late.”
Her eyes narrowed, “It would seem that your mate isn’t interested in mating with you. When she leaves I’ll allow you to claim me and we’ll rule this pack.”
His manacle laughter ensued and he knew that she wouldn’t be pleased by his next statement. “Even if my beloved Katarina refuses me I’ll not mate you. I don’t want you.”
Dante was surprised when Sasha didn’t back down but instead began to approach him. She kept her eyes downcast as she sashayed to him. He was alpha and not about to back down. He knew the moment she scented his anger because she whimpered as she reached out and with shaking hand ran her fingertips down his chest eliciting an angry growl from him. She didn’t back down, even attempted to slide here hand down to his abdomen.
Dante was trying to decide how to best handle Sasha and force her to go away without physical violence when all of a sudden his stomach gave a lurch and he lost his stomach contents right on her white nightie. Oops. Not only had he vomited on her but he had developed a bright red raised rash where she’d touched him. Almost like hives.
Sasha backed up and looked down at herself with disgust. “You…Oh God,” she bent at the waist and began to dry heave.
All the commotion must have awoken Bailey because she and Paul rushed into the room. Bailey had a sheet wrapped around her while Paul was as naked as Dante attempting to stand in front of her and guard her from unseen danger. “What the hell?”
Dante was grinning down at Sasha when he heard Bailey’s confused question. He looked up seeing his sister’s disheveled appearance and cringed. “Have mercy Bailey. Put some clothes on.”
Paul, still making a valiant attempt to guard her, nodded. “I tried to tell her. Why is the girl covered in…yuck? Is she sick, in need of attention?”
Dante tried to hide his chuckle at Sasha’s condition but sobered quickly when he thought of his
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