Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
“Nice of you to finally acknowledge me.”
“Really? I wasn’t aware you’d give a shit.”
Puffing up his chest a little, Lance said, “Alright, let’s talk alliances.”
Kodak held up a hand. “Firstly, let me be clear on a few things. I might agree to an alliance with you, but I’ll never like you. You judged Lovette’s worth on whether she could shift – something that has to do with her genetics. Instead of protecting her as you should have, you threw her literally to the wolves and she spent her life fighting off assholes. You were even prepared to force her into a mating, at which point I would have lost her. So, yeah, we can talk alliances, but I wouldn’t bother continuing this discussion if you’re hoping for my permission to use me as protection.”
Lance narrowed his eyes. “I won’t have your support in the event of a challenge being made against my pack by another alpha?”
“I didn’t say that. But, see, Lovette’s told me all about how you like to name-drop.” When Lance’s gaze moved to her she gave him the sweetest smile. “If there are incidences when you need to call on your alliances for back-up, well that’s one thing. What I won’t have is you throwing my name at people whenever you feel threatened. Understand?”
“If you’re going to restrict the alliance to such a degree, I’m not sure there’s any point to this conversation.”
Recognising that Lance was calling his bluff, Kodak smirked. “Don’t play games with me, Warner. You want this alliance more than I do. If you don’t like my terms, feel free to go.”
“You have very few alliances. You would benefit more than from this than I would.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t benefit more from this than you, I just said I didn’t want it as much as you do. As my history shows, collecting alliances has never been a particular interest of mine.”
“Until now.”
“Until Lovette. Things change when you mate.”
“Yes, they do,” he allowed. “I have a condition of my own. I want to be able to call on Lovette whenever I need a healer.”
Uh-oh, thought Lovette as she felt Kodak’s body tense.
Both incredulous and irate, Kodak leaned forward. Whatever the males saw on his face made them lean back. “You honestly think I’ll agree to you using her the way you have been all these years?” Lance had spoken about her like she was an object or tool that he would like to pick up when he felt like – of course, that was how he had always seen her and treated her. A growl built in the back of Kodak’s throat and sent vibrations down his chest.
Lance swallowed hard in a nervous movement. “She’s a powerful healer.”
“She’s also a person. My mate.
No one uses Lovette like that. Not anymore.”
The appearance of a tall brunette halted the conversation. Kodak heard Lovette groan and guessed this wasn’t a friend of hers. He couldn’t help noticing that everything about the female appeared to be false.
“Alpha,” she said respectfully to Lance with a nod by way of greeting.
Oscar cleared his throat. “We’re a little busy here, Brodie.”
She waved her hand. “That’s fine, I was just coming to say hi.” Then her eyes landed on Lovette and she smirked evilly. “I’m guessing you must be lost to be in this place.”
Lovette smiled though it wasn’t pleasant. “Hating me won’t make you pretty, Brodie.” Anyone else might have been very careful how they spoke to the mate of someone like Kodak Coleman, but one thing Brodie always loved to do was make herself look the big strong female in front of big bad alphas. Well there were plenty of those in this place, and for some reason this woman still hadn’t realized that Lovette wasn’t quite the easy target that Brodie thought she was. “I see your nose healed a little crooked. Shame that.”
“You broke her nose, baby?” Although Kodak really didn’t like that this female was confronting his mate, he knew not to interfere. To do that would be to undermine her own ability to take care of herself.
“She wouldn’t let me pass and then she called me a freak, what was I supposed to do? Yeah, okay, I suppose I could’ve just ignored her, but there wouldn’t have been any fun in that.”
Brodie snickered. “You only hurt me because I didn’t fight back,” she stated loudly, drawing the attention of everyone within the diner as they recognised her confrontational posture. “It would be like picking on a disabled person, and I was raised not to do that.”
Lovette glanced around at all the onlookers and sighed. “So you’ve decided to schedule some time to make a spectacle of yourself.”
“Honey, the person who should be embarrassed here is you. You’re nothing but vapour to people like us. It’s laughable that you even walked through the door.”
“You know, Brodie, you’re like an STD: No one wants you, everybody hates you, and you’re a reminder of the devastating consequences of not using protection during sex.”
Brodie’s over-tanned face flushed. “Very funny aren’t you, little freak.”
“As it happens, I have my moments.”
“Want to know what’s even funnier?”
“Not really.”
“The idea of you as an Alpha Female of a pack. I honestly don’t think I’ve heard anything as ridiculous as a latent running a pack. Except maybe for this rumor of you calming a feral wolf. We all know that was a nice little story you spread just to make others think your own strength matched that of your mate – if he even is your mate, which I’m not buying at all.”
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