Prodigal Alpha by Angelique Voisen

Author:Angelique Voisen [Voisen, Angelique]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Voices argued back and forth.

“Who the fuck are these people, Drake?” Kit demanded.

“These people, as you call us, saved your sorry asses,” Claw retorted. Was that Claw or Jax? Shane couldn’t tell anymore.

“Kit, we’ve talked about this,” Clara said calmly.

“Yeah, you gave us a breakdown about who these people are. You’re all ex-Red Manes, right? Why did you guys only come now, when everything’s shot to hell?” Kit argued, but he wasn’t done. “Look at Dave. He’s hiding in a corner because he knows the new guys you brought with you, Drake, are psychopaths,” Kit yelled.

“We came for Fang and Shane, for friendship’s sake. That’s all,” Talon said unhelpfully. “You’re new here, pup. You understand nothing.”

“I’m not a fucking pup. I’m twenty-three. Don’t call me that. What do you mean by that? You left Red Valley, returned, and you’re leaving again?”

Someone let out a hallow laugh. It sounded like Razor, but last Shane remembered, the crazy-ass wolf was skinning the rabbits.

“There’s nothing in Red Valley worth salvaging, unless someone says otherwise,” Claw said.

“Enough fighting,” Drake interrupted, but he was drowned out by the others again.

Shane shut his eyes and tried to tune them all out. Snarls and a show of teeth and claws weren’t far behind, Shane knew. It didn’t help his throbbing head. He’d let everyone bicker. Once they were sapped out of energy from fighting, he’d cut in.

“You should be in bed.” Fang’s voice made him open his eyes.

Fang sunk into the space beside him on the couch without asking. Given that they both weren’t small men, there was no space to move.

Fortunately, Fang had put on a pair of jeans, but he seemed to have forgotten to put on a shirt. Fuck. Now all Shane could think about was Fang’s sweat-slicked skin sticking against Shane’s sweatshirt.

Metal glinted under the light. Shane had forgotten about Fang’s gold nipple ring. It would drive him insane, thinking of that thing. If he tugged at the metal, would Fang let out a rumbling groan? His fingers twitched, but he kept them still.

Shane suppressed the urge to lick his lips. In his mind, he imagined Fang’s impressive chest heaving and those abs rippling when Fang pried his thighs open to sink his dick inside Shane’s ass.

Holy hell. This wasn’t good.

“Shouldn’t you be joining the debate?” Shane asked, changing the topic.

“Zero interest.” Fang rudely stared at his erection instead. Then again, Shane supposed Fang never had any manners to begin with. Apparently, Fang was more interested in Shane—not that Shane was complaining. “Is that boner for me?”

Shane growled. “What do you think?”

“Gross. Will you two get a room?” Talon snapped.

Great. Now everyone was looking at them. He cursed superior werewolf hearing at times like these.

Shane cleared his throat. Fang began drawing circles on Shane’s left thigh, not helping at all. Why did Shane feel so calm with Fang beside him? He should push Fang away, tell Fang to find another seat, because there were plenty. But his ego was stoked because Fang had chosen to sit next to him, as if Fang knew he’d belonged there all along.

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