Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
“And they had more self-control than to fornicate twenty three hours of every day.” She didn’t enunciate the word ‘fornicate’ properly as though she thought even talking about it was immoral and would get her sent straight to hell.
“There’s nothing depraved about sex. Of course with a little creativity, some toys and a whole lot of dirty talk, you can change that.”
Kodak laughed into Lovette’s hair as he saw the horrified look on his grandmother’s face. God, he really did love his mate’s spunk. Greta looked at him expectantly, obviously wanting him to berate Lovette for talking to her about – heaven forbid – ‘intimate relations’.
Although shifters were easy about sex, Greta had always been, as his mate often called her, a prude. It was obvious, however, that the real reason she was berating Lovette was because she got a kick from it, and that was why Kodak would never interfere on Greta’s behalf. Well, that and the fact that he liked sex with Lovette too much to risk angering her.
“You shouldn’t be using that word in front of your own uncle,” chastised Greta.
Lovette played dumb. “What? Oh you mean sex? Well I suppose there are other terms I could use. Kodak likes to call it ‘Burying the Bishop’, but I prefer ‘Hiding Pedro’.”
“Enough, enough, enough,” insisted Greta, but she was barely heard over the laughter that spread around the table.
“So sorry, my halo slipped for a second there.”
Conversation seemed to flow a lot easier after that. However, even though the atmosphere became more relaxed, Kodak still had to concentrate hard on keeping his wolf suppressed. Although Don had apologised, that didn’t matter to his wolf. Nor had he been satisfied by Don’s submissive behaviour. His wolf didn’t want his submission, he wanted Don to challenge him so he could attack and rip his throat out. Maybe he wouldn’t have been as overprotective and prickly if Lovette hadn’t been attacked only yesterday, or maybe he would always be that way where his mate was concerned.
Sensing that Kodak’s wolf was far from at ease, Lovette snuggled deeper into Kodak’s arms and began to softly pat his chest, scratching him lightly with her nails through his t-shirt. A growl of contentment rumbled up his chest and he curled his arm tight around her.
They sat that way for the next few hours, chatting and laughing with everyone. Don and Lovette even did a little reminiscing, talking about her mom and sharing some of the many stories that perfectly demonstrated just how dizzy the woman had actually been. Even Greta had laughed.
It was because the atmosphere was so cheery and relaxed that Lovette sensed the change the second it happened. “What is it?” she asked Kodak who was speaking to Kirk – who was on guard duty – on his cell.
“What?” he snapped into the cell. “I’ll be right there.” Flipping his cell closed, he stood upright and then placed her on the chair. “Stay here, Lovette.”
“What? Why?”
“Baby, just stay here for me.”
He didn’t say please, but Lovette heard it in his tone. If he was so wary about a situation that he was pleading with her as opposed to barking at her, it couldn’t be good. She nodded once and he kissed her quickly before disappearing into the forest. Dante and the enforcers followed him.
“What’s going on?” asked Greta.
“No idea.”
Nick’s Alpha instincts kicked in and he straightened in his seat. “Maybe Don, Derren and I should go see if -“
“No, when Kodak’s wolf goes on high alert he sees anyone outside his pack as intruders – he’ll just think of your behavior as interference.”
Greta huffed. “So, what, we just sit here while there’s obviously trouble going on?”
“I didn’t say that.” Lovette stood and pointed hard at the others. “Stay here.”
Of course they didn’t, and she wasn’t exactly in a position to preach at them. Taking the same route Kodak had, she traipsed through the forest toward the front gate. As she stepped out of the trees near the security shack, two things made her halt. One, there was a group of approximately ten people – all wolf shifters, her nose told her – standing near the front gate. Two, although the gate had been opened to allow them through, Kodak and the guys had formed a protective wall in front of the shack – a warning that they weren’t to move any further. Despite there only being eight of them, it was a pretty impressive and intimidating display, and it was working.
The eyes of every stranger moved to Lovette, scrutinising her intently. There was nothing confrontational in their posture or manner, but that didn’t ease her tension. “Who are these people?”
Kodak replied without turning his head, not wanting to move his gaze from the wolves in front of him. He wasn’t one little bit surprised that Lovette had disobeyed his order. It wasn’t in her nature to sit around twiddling her thumbs when there was trouble, just as it wasn’t in his nature either. “These are some of the wolves from my old pack.” He felt her confusion, knew she was wondering why he wouldn’t be at least a little glad to see them. Simple: he didn’t trust anyone from his old pack around her right now.
For all Kodak knew, in spite of what they said, they were in league with Darryl. Even his wolf who recognised their scents wasn’t comfortable with their presence at all. When Lovette came to stand beside him he lifted his arm to create a barrier, wanting her to remain slightly behind him. “Apparently they’re here to see you.”
Lovette frowned, both at his words and how he seemed to be shielding her. Only the fact that she could sense his distrust and apprehension kept her from stepping around his arm. It wouldn’t be a good idea to distract him if he truly had good reason to be suspicious. “Why is that?”
“This is your mate?” asked a tall male – who Lovette thought had a slight resemblance to Ryan – in an extremely deep voice. She had to roll her eyes at the surprise in his tone. Okay, so she was small and Kodak was big – it wasn’t that odd a match.
Kodak responded with a curt nod.
“But…I thought healers couldn’t heal themselves.”
Disliking that he wasn’t addressing her directly as though she didn’t count, Lovette answered, “They can’t.”
“I don’t understand. You look…fine.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Kodak explained. “It would seem that Martin overheard Darryl talking to the wolves who attempted to attack you last night. Everyone you see here knows Darryl ordered it done. What they don’t know is that the wolves were lying their asses off when they assured Darryl that you were in a bad physical state.”
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