“Well, she does now,” Jen drawled. “We enlightened her to all things pack, magic, male, and bedroom. You name it, we covered it.”
“Why does that scare me?” Decebel narrowed his eyes on her.
“Because you know how my wicked mind works. You know my diabolical plan to turn Bethany into a sex kitten—though she’s a wolf, so that doesn’t make much sense, but sex puppy sounds like some weird fetish, so we’re going with sex kitten. She will be my greatest achievement yet.”
“What about your daughter,” he asked dryly.
“Right,” she said and then dramatically reiterated. “Bethany will be my second greatest achievement yet.”
“What about me?”
“Babe, you aren’t an achievement. You’re the booty from a successful plunder.”
And that did it. Decebel threw his head back and laughed. “You’re saying you plundered me?”
“Regularly,” she nodded. “A good woman plunders her male frequently to keep him operating at maximum efficiency. It’s in the handbook.”
“What handbook?”
She grinned and winked. “The one I’m writing.”
Decebel smirked at her and started to reach for his mate just as his cell phone rang. He frowned at the device as though it was the phones fault he’d been interrupted. And maybe it sort of was. But if someone was calling that early, then it was important. He looked at the screen and let out a low growl. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Costin?”
Chapter 11
“I thought I could endure. I thought I could hold on until she was safely back in my arms. I thought a lot of crap that just wasn’t true. Now here I am, falling apart, dying inside.” ~Costin
Costin held the phone in his shaking hand. Fur sprouted on his flesh as he fought to keep his wolf in check.
“Costin?” Decebel’s voice rumbled on the other end.
“I know it’s early,” he began.
“Don’t worry about that. Are you alright?”
Costin was shaking his head and then realized his Alpha would need words. “No.” He didn’t mean to growl but his wolf was the one that responded. The wolf was done. He was done waiting for someone else to find her. He was done allowing the man to be in control.
“I need someone to care for my pup,” he told him.
“Is Titus alright?” The concern in Decebel’s voice would normally have endeared Costin, but in that moment, everything was simply getting on his nerves.
“He’s fine. He’s still asleep. I’m holding on by a thread, Dec. I’m not safe. Please have one of the females take care of him until I’m able.”
The silence on the other end was torturous. Costin needed to know that Titus would be taken care of.
“Done. What about you? What do I need to do about you?”
Costin bit back the growl. “I’m dealing. I told you if it got completely uncontrollable that I’d let you know. I just need some time to think—and some space.”
Costin bit his lip as he awaited his Alpha’s decision.
“Fine. I’ll give you some breathing room. But you need to come to the Romania pack mansion this evening. That’s an order,” Decebel growled using a little bit of his Alpha power.
Costin held his wolf back from growling at the order and then answered. “I will be there.”
As he ended the call, he heard the pitter patter of little feet and turned to find Titus walking into the living area, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
