Pack Alpha(7)

By: Crissy Smith

“Well, I’m not a circus freak show!”

He hadn’t gotten a good view of Marissa but he’d clearly heard her frustration. They really should have figured this would happen and done their best to prevent her being bombarded by eligible men.

Elizabeth stood with her back to him, her hands clasped tightly behind her, and sighed. She stiffened and he knew he’d been scented. She turned and faced Gage with a surprised look on her face.

“Gage,” she greeted.

He wasn’t certain if it was in welcome or not. He could practically feel the tension coming off her.

“I didn’t know you were coming by. I mean, I thought you might, but with so many…” She looked nervously around her.

He only lifted an eyebrow. “I take it you’ve had a lot of guests?”

Elizabeth didn’t appear amused. “Yeah, and it’s driving her crazy. I’m sorry. I don’t know where my manners are. Please come in.”

Gage entered the living room, immediately taking in the new scent and the others mixed in with it. He could have named the wolves that had stopped by. There was only one smell he didn’t recognize, and that had to be Elizabeth’s sister.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled the fresh wood and spice smell that had his body immediately coming to life. He knew that if her scent was so alluring he was going to have his hands full keeping the available wolves away from her.

“I’ll go get Marissa.”

Gage laid a gentle hand on her arm. “I’ll go up. I need to talk to her privately.”

Elizabeth seemed uncertain for a moment, shifting on her feet and glancing upstairs.

“I just want to welcome her, tell her a few things about the ceremony, and make sure she understands some Pack rules.”

Elizabeth nodded. He was sure she was worried about not only her sister but him also. Greg had mentioned the amount of stress that had been mounting.

“She… She’s not always the nicest.”

Elizabeth looked away when she said it, and Gage knew it wasn’t easy for her to be in between her sister and her Alpha.

Gage smiled and patted her arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll both be fine,” Gage assured her.

That seemed to console Elizabeth, and she nodded. “I’ll just be in the kitchen starting dinner then.”

Gage listened as he made his way upstairs. He could hear Marissa muttering to herself from down the hall.

He walked into the bedroom and stopped in his tracks. It was one of the most amazing sights he’d ever seen—her butt was sticking out from under the bed with her legs tucked under her. She moved from side to side and Gage felt himself growing hard.

He growled at the reaction, and she must have heard because there was a bang against the bottom of the bed, followed by another stream of curses.

She peered from under the bed, then crawled out, rubbing her head.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” she demanded.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you always crawl under beds?”

Marissa gave him the once-over. Her attraction was immediate—he sensed it. Gage heard her heartbeat pick up and watched while she wiped her hands nervously on her pants. She shifted from foot to foot and he smelled her arousal. The stubborn look on her face told him she was going to fight it.

“Gage Wolf?”

Even though he was certain she knew exactly who he was, she’d phrased it as a question.

Gage nodded at the beauty in front of him. To say he was taken by surprise was an understatement. Where Elizabeth was pale and slender with blue eyes and blonde hair, her sister looked nothing like her.

She had long dark hair and crystal green eyes that were narrowed. It was quite obvious she didn’t like her attraction to him, but he couldn’t say the same. It had been a very long time since he’d felt this instant hunger.

“I am,” he answered her unnecessary question. “And you are Marissa.”

Marissa nodded, trying to swallow past the lump in her throat. His voice was deep and she could almost feel it wrapping around her. This reaction wasn’t good and she needed to get herself under control.

He was absolutely, positively the best-looking man she had ever seen. He was taller than she was—she’d guess over six-two. He wore black slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.