Morgan
I didn’t feelthe same sudden animosity that Dax did at the sight of the fox, but I was still a little annoyed becauseof coursethis had to happen while I was trying to push a baby out of my ass.
Dax getting worked up made his knot shuffle inside me and I winced. “Dax, calm down. You’re moving around too much.”
He flashed me a sympathetic glance. “Sorry.” He glared back to the fox, careful to keep still this time. “You’ll get out of here if you know what’s good for you!”
“Geez, what’s with the rudeness?” Red asked, flicking his tail irritably. “You’re the ones who are naked out in the open.”
If Dax could shoot daggers from his eyes, Red would be a fur coat full of holes right now.
“Get. Out,” Dax ground out.
“Get out of where, exactly? I’m in a field. Sheesh.” Red, to Dax’s obvious fury, padded closer. He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked and stuck together. He ignored Dax and looked right at me with a toothy grin. “So, the baby’s coming soon, eh?”
“You could say that,” I muttered.
“I wonder if it’s going to be a deer or a really big wolf,” Red mused. “You interspecies shifter pairings are so interesting to watch. You never know what you’re gonna get! Now I know why humans love gambling. Haha!”
I was afraid Dax might shift while still attached to me just to rip Red’s head off. Thankfully he restrained himself, though he was trembling with anger.
“Okay, geez, sorry, I didn’t mean to piss you off so much,” Red said, waving a paw at Dax. “But still, you really should have sex somewhere more private. Like, hello? You got right inmyface withyourbooty. Anyway, relax, I’m not here to start a fight. You want your pack, right?”
Dax, who had opened his mouth to chew him out, suddenly paused. “Yes.”
“Cool. Want me to go get them?” Red asked.
Dax’s jaw dropped and he shot me a glance of disbelief, as if to make sure I was hearing the same thing he was. I just shrugged. I didn’t know this fox as well as he did, but he seemed okay, if a little odd.
“What’s the catch?” Dax growled.
Red blinked innocently. “Catch? Now why does there have to be a catch? Just because I’m a fox you think I’m a shady character, huh? Little discriminatory, don’t you think?”
Dax groaned in furious exasperation. “You’re shady because you nearly tried toeatmy brother-in-law!”
“Oh, you mean the hare? C’mon, that was ages ago. I didn’t even take a bite. Plus, he’s already forgiven me. You wolves are the ones who still have a problem.” He pawed the ground defiantly. “I even helped chase away that asshole wolf Klimt, remember? I’m on your side. You should be grateful.”
Steam rose from Dax’s ears.
“You eat fellow shifters,” Dax growled, his voice deeper now. “That’s an unforgivable crime. Now get out of my face before I rip your fur off.”
Red’s tail playfully arced back and forth. He was obviously enjoying pissing off my mate. “So ripping a fellow shifter’s fur off isn’t a crime, either? That’s a little hypocritical. Besides, you’ve never actuallyseenme eat a shifter, have you?”
Dax narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“Exactly. You can trust me!”
“Drop dead.”
“So rude.” Red rolled his eyes, then smiled at me. “You must be uncomfortable, huh? Lemme go get your pack so you can commiserate with that other omega in peace.”
“Fine. Just go away,” Dax grumbled.
Red winked at me. “Just so you know, I’m doing this for you, not the wolf. You don’t deserve to suffer just because he’s grumpy.”
He whisked his fluffy red tail in Dax’s face before galloping away towards the grove.
“So that’s the fox you were talking about earlier?” I asked. “He’s annoying as hell, but he doesn’t seem that bad.”
