CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

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“She’s what now?” Mason growled in disbelief.

“I’m what now?” Kelly’s voice had a shrill-like quality to it, and the alpha winced.

“Oooo, in stereo!” Bree chuckled.

“The hell she is!” the alpha ground out.

“The hell I am!” Kelly hissed.

“Are you two going to start finishing each other’s sentences soon?” Bree chuckled and watched them as they turned disgusted looks on each other. “You could get a room?”

Mason snapped his jaws shut and a glare back to Bree, and she snapped a bright, beaming smile on her lips that was teasing and as annoying as hell. “Bree, I will kill you!”

“Sure – you won’t, because then you’ll have to explain to Maxi why you have my blood and guts all over you.”

“You paint a tempting picture,” Mason growled.

“Here’s another – Maxi making your life hell for the rest of your miserable existence.”

“Where’s the downside?” Mason grumbled.

“Me, haunting you right into forever – right by your side until the end of time, bringing my own brand of personal joy and comfort to you for all eternity,” Bree smirked.

“There is that,” Mason bit out. “And they say there’s no hell.”

“Are you getting all religious on me, alpha?”

“No, the church is wrong – this is hell right here, and I’m looking at it.”

“Then close your eyes,” Bree shrugged. “Or suck it up, because she’s coming with me, and I’m going home with you.”

“Not with me…”

“Semantics,” Bree shrugged with glee, she knew that she’d won the point.

The alpha knew deep down that he should put his foot down, but what he also knew was that; he just couldn’t leave the little witch out on the side of the road with a broken down car, and he didn’t trust her to be on her way when she got a tow.

Knowing his luck, she’d get towed right back to town and then something would happen to make her stay permanently, and he’d be left with another mischief maker on his hands.

That just wouldn’t do.

“Say yes, alpha because you know it’s happening,” Bree teased him. She even pushed out her bottom lip and offered him a sympathetic look that made him grumble a growl as he shuffled on his feet and muttered dark curses.

“Yes…”

“See!” Bree announced with glee. “Easy, peasy, lemony squeezy.” She shrugged her shoulders, and the alpha grumbled another growl. “Sourpuss.”

“All damn wolf, no cat in my DNA,” he grumbled as he turned on his heels and went to start back across the road to his pickup.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Bree called after him, and he stopped in place, started to count to ten in annoyance, but didn’t turn back.

“The fact that I don’t want to go?” Kelly offered in disbelief and heard the alpha groan.

“Good one,” Bree said and dismissed her protest. “The stuff in your trunk won’t lift itself into the back of my car. Now, where could I find an alpha male that doesn’t think it’s okay for a female to be lifting heavy…?”

“Fine,” Mason growled as his beast kicked his guilt gene into gear. He turned and started for the Jeep, mumbling and growling to himself.

“Yes, he is,” Bree whispered to Kelly as she watched the muscle man stalk away. “It’s a shame he’s a wolfman, don’t you think?”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned her attention on the witch. Kelly might have been wearing a scowl, but there was also the flicker of interest in her eyes.

One side of Bree’s lips turned upward as she thought about all the fun that she could have – if only she hadn’t of sworn off silly spells. But, then she wondered what constituted a silly spell and not a regular good spell – that was something that she was going to have to consider in some depth.

She liked a good rationalization as much as the next witch – now, how could she rationalize turning off the witchy wards that the new witch had tightly wrapped around her body and opening her up to a world of possibilities?

After all, the vampire had told her that the alpha’s worst nightmare was a pack full of witch mates.

Bree lifted her hand and tapped her index finger against her lips as she watched the rather enticing view of the alpha’s muscles working overtime as he scooped up as many things as he possibly could in one go from the back of the witch’s Jeep and started towards Bree’s car.

“A hand wouldn’t go amiss,” Mason grumbled as he nodded to the closed boot.

Bree started a slow clap. “Well done for the stereotypical display of manhood,” she called, and when Kelly sniggered but started towards him to help, she beamed a happy smile of excitement.

A helpful witch – an unsuspecting alpha – and a pack of possible mates – what could go wrong?