Outlaw Shifters Holiday Bundle by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

It was the ass-crack of dawn, and Riyah was standing in the doorway of the Crew mansion, arms crossed, frowning at Nox, who was out in the front yard scooping the two tons of coal he’d dumped there on Christmas Eve for Vyr’s present. He was sitting in the excavator, working the giant metal arm while he held Mr. Diddles, the pet swan, and singing “I got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain’t one,” at the top of his lungs. It was the dead of winter and snowing, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And he wasn’t even moving the coal off the lawn. He was just moving it from one pile to a pile closer to the house.

Riyah sighed. He really was a nuisance.

“Nox!” she yelled over the sound of the rumbling engine. He must’ve heard her because he looked over at her and started singing louder.

An arrow sailed through the air and banked off the top of the machine with a piiiiing sound. Nox ducked, cut the engine, and shouted, “Hey, asshole, you could’ve hit Mr. Diddles!”

Torren, silverback shifter and guardian of the Red Dragon yelled, “The first lady wants to talk to you. Shut it down!”

Riyah pushed off the doorway she leaned on and walked far enough into the yard to look up to see Torren and Vyr sitting on top of the roof together. Torren was all mussed black hair, huge muscles, and tattoos and, goodness gracious, where was his damn shirt, too? He was holding his favorite crossbow with an arrow already loaded and aimed in Nox’s general direction. Awesome.

“Aren’t you boys cold?” she asked, gesturing to Vyr’s puckered nipples and gooseflesh. “Where are your clothes?”

“Nox bet we couldn’t last an hour shirtless without bitching about the cold,” Torren muttered. “He said first one who gives in is a pussy.”

Vyr looked down at her and muttered in a bored voice, “I think pussies are awesome.”

Oh. Fantastic.

“Okay,” she said optimistically. “Bright side, you and Torren are finally talking. Which you haven’t done since the war with Grim’s Crew. Healing is happening!”

“We aren’t talking. We’re sitting,” Torren growled. “I was here minding my business, shooting at Nox, when Vyr-the-Asshole came and sat by me. I was here first, so why should I move?”

“I own this house, so why should I move?” Vyr asked coolly.

“Well, you always abandon your house, so why should I move?”

Riyah was looking back and forth at them with a grin. This was probably good, right?

“Well, I’m Alpha, so fuck you. You move. This is my favorite sitting place.”

“Well, you’re a shitty Alpha, so why don’t you go sit there on the ground, beneath me, where you belong.”

“This is awesome,” Nox called from behind the window of the excavator.

Mr. Diddles honked. The swan couldn’t fly and winters were harsh here, so Nox had dressed him in a little green and pink striped turtleneck and a bowtie. Ms. Tittles, their female swan, had flown south for the winter with last year’s babies, but she would be back.

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