Big Bad Wolfie

6) That's Nice

  "We're here," Happy/Zach announced when we pulled up.. "Thanks, Lazarus" he turned to the driver.

  Wolfie gave him a grateful nod.

Lazarus smiled at them, "my pleasure."

"Pick us up at nine. I'll call you if the time changes."

Yay, 4 hours of standing around as a decoration on someone's arm.

"Yes alpha," Lazarus nodded.

  When the conversation was over I turned to open the door and —

  Child proof locked.

  Again.

  I turn to the three werewolves, addressing the two making the decisions, "what do you think I'm gonna do? Jump out of the moving vehicle?" I raised an eyebrow.

  "I wouldn't put it passed you," Jason shook his head and got out. He made his way around the fancy car to my side and opened the door.

  "Yeah, good call. Only, where in the flying fadudle cakes do you think I plan to go?!" I exclaimed.

  He shrugged and put his arm out for me to take. "I don't know how good you are at planning ahead. You could be dumb as rocks, for all I know."

  I rolled my eyes and took his arm 'cause, if I don't, he'll take mine, and we all know how that turns out.

  Happy ran in in front of us.

  "Please, I'm a combat tactician," I argued his 'dumb as rocks' statement with an eye roll.

  "Yeah, one that let her territory get taken over," he quipped, raising an eyebrow down at me.

  I rolled my eyes, again. "I wasn't even there."

  "Still, leaving your house defenseless. . ." he trailed off, shaking his head in disapproval.

  We walked up the marble stairs to the huge mansion that the Gala is being hosted at.

  Dang, just as beautiful as last year.

  "There were plenty capable fighters there, and even negotiators. AND a defensive plan, but it can only be set into motion by a master's order." I pointed out the obvious, getting back on track. "Or at least a heads up," I shook my head.

  "That's the problem with weak leadership."

  I let out a bitter chuckle. "No argument there."

  They just. . . Left.

  "Good, hopefully it'll stay that way all night," he looked down at me blankly, derailing my train of thought. "No arguing."

  I processed what he was saying and let out a sigh. "Oh hun, knowing you, knowing me, knowing — " I cupped his hand in both of mine and held it to my heart, "Us, that will not be happening."

  He ripped his hand away and glared. "It will if you don't want trouble," he growled, leaning in closer.

  I pursed my lips, "Eh, we'll see where the night takes us," I shrugged.

  He glared at me again and scooped up my arm into the crook of his own, just for show probably.

  I discretely shook my head knowingly.

Softy.

  He is such a poser.

No tyrant has such a happy beta. Not to mention such a beautiful face.