Her face is bright red now.
And Ebony’s lips are no longer flat, but tilted.
“We’ll see you soon, little one,” I say to Clove, loving that look on her face.
Caius takes the phone rather than hanging up, asking if Clove can give the phone to Duncan for a minute. She does and the two of them start talking about the surveillance update in Richmond.
I listen idly as Volt settles in across from me. “She’s ours, T,” he says again. “Your wolf knows it. Listen to him.”
I don’t reply.
Because I don’t need to.
We both know he’s right.
Claiming her is a risk.
But it’s a risk I need to accept.
Caius wraps up his conversation as the plane starts to descend.
The show is about to begin.
29
CLOVE
Alpha Ebony sets a plate down before me, her brown eyes smiling. “Eat.”
My stomach churns, the notion of food making me ill. But I know she’s right. I haven’t eaten all day. My nerves are all tied up in knots and my mind is fully focused on Tieran, Volt, and Caius.
They checked in again about an hour ago before turning off their comms.
We’re all waiting now for the trap to play out.
Alpha Pan and Alpha Lance are in position.
Alpha Duncan has them up on the feeds.
And Alpha Ebony is busy trying to distract herself by feeding me.
I can sense her concern, the scent subtle but there. So I try to calm her by picking up the sub and taking a bite. She has her own plate as well, one she focuses on when she sees me eating.
Alpha Duncan wanders over to press a kiss to her head, his lips going to her ear. “He’ll be fine,” he says, the words low but easily heard via my enhanced senses.
I pretend that I didn’t overhear it, though, not wanting to intrude on their moment.
Their clan is different from Tieran’s. Mainly because the Alphas are clearly intimate with each other. I saw Alpha Ebony kiss Alpha Pan goodbye and it was a lot more than just a peck on the lips. It was hungry, reminding me of the way Volt likes to kiss me.
I like their dynamic.
But I also like that Tieran’s clan is more brotherly than romantic. They don’t seem shy about sharing me, but they don’t appear to be sexually into each other either.
It just demonstrates that not all clans are the same. And I rather like that about the Carnage Wolves. Actually, I like a lot of things about the Carnage Wolves.
Including Alpha Ebony.
She’s down-to-earth and tells it like it is. Which she does now as she says, “I know Pan will be fine. But I don’t like leaving him to do this on his own.” The words are for me since Alpha Duncan has already walked away.
“I know what you mean,” I tell her. “I understand why I couldn’t go with Tieran, Caius, and Volt, but I don’t like it, either.” The moment they explained it was about their wolves not being able to handle my nearness during a fight, I halted all my arguments to the contrary.
Because they were right.
But that doesn’t mean I’m fond of the outcome.
They seemed to be trying to keep me as involved as possible today with their frequent calls, telling me where they are, showing me around the jet, allowing me to watch as they prepared their weapons.
Well, it was mostly Volt.
But Caius and Tieran both spoke to me as well.
And that helped calm my nerves a little.
However, they’re firing to life again now as the monitor shows Alpha Pan scaling the fence of the property.
He does it with an ease that impresses me and makes Alpha Ebony grin. “He has such a fine ass,” she says, sighing.
Alpha Duncan grunts. “No distractions, Ebs.”
“Me?” She bats her long, black eyelashes at him. “Never.”
He gives her an indulgent look, his hazel eyes glowing with a warmth that makes his intimidating form a little more acceptable. He’s as wide as Volt, but slightly shorter. However, he maintains a much more serious disposition, which he appears to soften just a bit for Alpha Ebony.
A growl comes from the screen, immediately grabbing the entirety of our focus. I’ve only eaten a few bites of my sub, but I push it away to concentrate on the screens.
Alpha Ebony tenses as a blur of motion crosses the field outside the Senator's home. “I count six,” she says.
“Seven,” Alpha Duncan corrects, pointing to another blur by the fence. “This one is watching.”
“What about Alpha Lance?” she asks.
Alpha Duncan shifts monitors, the two of them studying the footage. “Only two so far.”