Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Luame was right. You do bring about a new and better age for wolves.”
I smiled—the first time I did in twenty-four hours. All I felt was tense and worried with all these enemies running around right under my nose. I was glad at least one person felt hope.
The doors opened, flicking my attention away from Nia. Speaking of enemies...
Orion strode in looking gorgeous as fucking usual. He had on new, thick-framed glasses that worked too well with his bare, tattooed chest, and leather jacket. The guy looked like a hot biker nerd. He could both drill me over the seat of his motorcycle, and recite all the numbers in pi while doing it.
Orion joined the buffet line, loaded his tray with sweet potato and bacon breakfast burritos, asked the serving staff for a beer, was told Ash banned alcohol for all meals except for dinner, asked for an orange juice instead, and then took his burritos and juice to a table... directly across from me.
Our eyes locked in heated glares as he sat down and began eating—not looking away from me for a second.
I couldn’t be sure, but I had an inkling Orion was giving me an answer to my ultimatum, and it was a big, fat fuck-you.
A figure moved on my right.
Crash!
I jumped, ripping away from Orion as Paxton nose-dived on my table, splaying flat out to open and raucous laughs.
“S-sorry,” he rasped, straining to put himself back on his feet. He managed to get half his body on the floor, and gave up. “At least I didn’t spill milady’s breakfast.” Paxton pushed the tray of breakfast burritos over to me. Resting next to it was a carton of banana milk.
“Oh my gods, banana milk?” I snatched it up, sniffing it to confirm my eyes weren’t lying. “Where did you get this? How did you get this? Why did you get me this?”
“Answering... in order,” he grunted to the table. “I got it from the... secret store. I paid for it with money. And I got it for you because... I heard you mumble once that you’d... kill for some banana milk.”
My face split, my smile beaming wide. I lived on banana milk when I was pregnant. It was one of the few things Hope would let me keep down. But sadly for me, banana milk wasn’t a thing in Wolf Nation. It was a gift the mundanes gave to the world, proving their species wasn’t entirely pointless.
Not only did Paxton care enough to remember a throwaway comment I made weeks ago, but he crossed dominions to get me something that’d make me smile.
“That reply actually spawned a whole lot more questions, including how long you’ve been stalking me, creep boy, but...” I gently lifted his head, smiling into his eyes. “I’ll start with a thank-you. You should’ve told me wooing me came with presents.”
“Well, you’re... in luck. I’ve got more.” Paxton spread his legs and pushed up on his palms, holding himself up like a tripod.
Nia took one look and hissed, cringing hard.
I couldn’t blame her. The man looked terrible. His normally coiffed, luscious head of hair hung in greasy lanks. A sickly pallor shone underneath the beads of sweat covering his forehead, and his shirt was nowhere to be found. Not uncommon for male werewolves, but going by the fact his fly hung open and his belt was missing three loops, I guessed he was shirtless because he gave up in the middle of dressing.
“This...” Paxton reached into the backpack he dragged behind him. “...is for me.”
Taking so much time and effort even I was cringing by the end, Paxton pulled out a black t-shirt and tugged it over his head.
“Them Bitches?” I read off the front. “Is that a band or something?”
He held up a finger. “Now for your... present.” Paxton tugged out a purple tee, and handed it to me. I took one look, and almost fell out of my chair laughing.
Splashed across the front in big, block letters was—I Conquer Them Bitches.
“You’re not the bitch, I am.” He looked deep in my eyes. “I’m your bitch.”
I snorted, almost bringing up my banana milk—I was howling so hard. “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. You can’t actually think I’m going to wear this?”
“The point wasn’t to make you wear it,” he rasped. “It’s to make you just a little bit wetter for me.” The man was at death’s door and still flashed me a roguish smirk. “And it worked.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop giggling. I would never say it out loud, but the shirts were cute. “Why are perverts so confident these days? I miss the days when you guys did all your jerking off in the bushes out of everyone’s way.”
A weak chuckle was all I got in response.
Paxton’s head dipped, slow-falling right back on the table. As pathetic as he looked, I was impressed with him. I knew how much pain he was in. The fact that he wasn’t on his knees begging me for the medicine was restraint I couldn’t comprehend. I cursed everyone and their mother if I even stubbed my toe.