Chapter 5
Chapter Five
“Only you,” Gabby grumped. “Only you would come to our first Gathering and, without realizing it, snag the Ruling Alphas.”
“You knew? Why didn’t you tell me so I didn’t make an ass of myself?” Scarlet glared at her sister.
“Because it was fun.” Gabby stuck out her tongue.
“And, amazingly enough, if you’d listened to me at any point before this moment, you would have known about them, too.
Funny how that works.” Gabby glared back at her, and Scarlet realized that her sister was right.
Damn it. “Anyway. Then, you’d be the only one whose Alphas were challenged for rank and mate.
” Gabs huffed. “Have they decided to let you keep the cat or is he going to be a snack?”
She wanted to laugh. Almost. Burger would shred them before becoming dinner. He was a fierce little feline.
But her belly churned, nerves rolling and rumbling in her stomach as she watched the clock tick toward eight. Her mates had retreated to their rooms to prepare, requiring solitude while they got ready for the fight to come. A fight to the death.
She’d been sad to see them go, stride off to seclusion, but had understood.
Since their mating was incomplete, the guys wouldn’t be able to focus on the coming fight with her hanging around.
They’d be too concerned with how they could finagle her into bed.
And, being the Ruling Alphas, strongest of the wolves across the nation, their need to mate was more pressing than most.
But suddenly, Gabby’s words interrupted Scarlet’s thoughts.
Scarlet froze for a moment and focused on her sister. “Wait. Challenge for mate? Can they do that?”
Gabby rolled her eyes. “Duh. Have you been listening?”
“Don’t ‘duh’ me, woman,” she snapped. Damn it, Scarlet should have paid better attention to all those rules thrown at her during the flight.
Gabby rolled her eyes. Again. “If the challengers are unmated, they can fight for simply rank, or rank and mate if they feel the female belongs to them. Garron and Quentin claim that you’re actually theirs, and you’re only after Keller and Madden because of their position.”
Rage, pure, hot, molten rage overtook Scarlet. “Those assholes.”
“We could kill them. That would be fun.” Whitney bounced over, faux smile in place, the expression not quite meeting her eyes.
“Bloodthirsty, much?” Scarlet looked her sister over, noting the fatigue that lined her face. She reached out and snagged her sister’s hand, tugging her close. “What’s up with you, babe?”
Whitney leaned her head against her shoulder and snuggled close. This was how it’d always been between them. Scarlet was their leader, their protector. Gabby got to be the loud mouthed, obnoxiously adorable brat, and the two of them protected emotional Whitney.
“I went back to the registration table to talk to them about my lack of Mark, and they told me to come back in the morning. The Wardens should arrive tomorrow and they’re who I need to talk to about this stuff. So, for now, I’m stuck in butt sniffing limbo.”
Scarlet squeezed her waist in a small hug.
“Well, I’ve got an ‘in’ with the Ruling Alphas so the Warden guys won’t have a choice about helping you.
We’ll figure it out. And, hey, at least the sniffers are hot, right?
I mean, if they’re gonna get up close and personal, we should be happy they’re attractive. ”
A low growl warned her that her mates had come upon them, but it was Keller who spoke. “Who’s attractive?”
The growl deepened.
Sighing, she turned around to face Madden and Keller. Without hesitation, she snapped her fingers in Madden’s direction, frown firmly in place. “Enough. You know I’m yours. I know I’m yours. The three of us are a big ball of yours.”
Keller’s laugh followed her words, and happiness danced in his eyes. The man didn’t laugh nearly enough. It sounded hoarse and rarely used.
Whitney’s giggle joined Keller, and Gabby’s snicker followed them. Poor Madden frowned, deep furrows between his eyes, and she strode toward him. Before he protested or pulled away, she wiped away the lines.
“Calm down. You need to save your grump for Garron and Quentin.” That got her a snarl, and she rolled her eyes. Without having to look, she reached out and tugged Keller close so she could wrap an arm around his waist.
“I expect you to both kick ass.” She shoved the idea that they’d fail aside, blinked away the threatening tears, and tipped her head back. She flashed him a forced, cheerful grin. “And fast, please. I’d rather not to have to wait for you two to heal before we get down and dirty.”
Keller’s expression turned wicked, and the rough texture of Madden’s five o’clock shadow scraped against her neck. A shiver of arousal snaked through her, and her mates breathed deep. She had no doubt they could scent the musk of her juices.
Ah, the joy of being mated to wolves.
The man she now recognized as the Captain of the Ruling Alphas’ guard cleared his throat and stepped into her line of sight. “Alphas, it’s time.”
Scarlet’s heart stuttered. The next few minutes would determine their fate. She had faith in her men; they hadn’t achieved their position through a democracy. They’d fought tooth and claw to rise above the rest. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t be injured.
She grabbed Madden’s hand and squeezed, snaring his attention.
“I know you want to gut them. I know.” His growl confirmed her statement.
“But you need to fight smart, not strong. They’re bullies.
Neither of them have any control. If they did, they wouldn’t have approached us like they did.
You get them angry and let them make a mistake.
Just don’t let them do that to you, you hear me?
” She squeezed again. “I need you back, safe and whole, Madden.”
The large wolf took a deep breath and a look of calm swept across him as he exhaled. “Yes, mate.”
She turned to Keller, her less outwardly aggressive mate. “I know you don’t want to kill them, but this is to the death, Keller. They won’t settle for anything less, and you need to go into this knowing that four walk in and only two walk out. They want your position. They want me.”
He snarled, baring his elongated teeth. “Never.”
Scarlet jerked her head in a quick nod. “Good. I’d kiss you, but I need you hungry for them, not me.”
That got her the reaction she’d expected, both men chuckling as they turned to follow the Captain toward the center of the ballroom.
The packs had to be paying a pretty penny to allow the desecration of carpet, but Scarlet wasn’t about to ask questions.
Hell, for all she knew, the hotel was pack owned.
“Alphas.” The Captain bowed and brushed past them, on toward the center of the circle the watchers had formed. A wide space was left empty, bodies lining the area.
“We’ve gathered to witness a challenge between the Ruling Alphas and the Colson Alphas.” A murmur went through the crowd. “Alphas, step forward.”
Madden turned her toward him, hands gripping her shoulders, and he kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, sweeping into her in a grand stroke and she submitted to his assault. As quickly as it began, it ended, her mate placing her apart from him.
“Win for me.” She was panting, breathless.
“Always.” He strode toward the waiting Captain.
Then it was Keller’s turn, her mate drawing her forward and giving her a gentle kiss. He gifted her with a soft caress of his tongue against hers that left her equally panting when he pulled away.
“They’re going to underestimate you. They’re not going to be prepared for the ass-whipping you’re about to lay down. But you’re an Alpha, Keller. Show them.”
He nodded, brushed one last chaste kiss over her lips and then he was following Madden to the center of the ring.
Whitney wrapped an arm around her waist, resting her head on her shoulder. “They’ll be fine.”
Gabby twined her fingers with Scarlet’s. “They haven’t fought their way to the top for nothing. They’ll kick ass, and then they’ll boink you all night. It’s all good.”
Silence descended, both pairs of Alphas standing before the Captain.
“This is a challenge to the death for position and mate. Each Alpha pair shall fight. One on two legs, the other on four.” A soft murmur went through the crowd, but the Captain ignored the sounds.
“Alphas, please prepare. The challenge shall begin once the first wolf has completed his shift.”
With that, he stepped back, and the scariest moments of Scarlet’s life began.
Keller didn’t hesitate. He tore at his shirt, and ripped his slacks, cloth parting beneath his shifting claws.
Fur pushed through his pores in a gentle wave.
His bones reshaped and muscles shortened, body taking on the form of his beast. No pain assaulted him.
No, it was pure pleasure at the wolf being released to defend their position, their mate.
He kept his gaze on the other shifting wolf, noting with satisfaction that it was the larger of the two mirroring him.
Scarlet had been correct: the Colson Alphas were sloppy and quick to anger, and Keller would use that to his benefit.
The other wolf might be larger and stronger, but Keller was faster.
He’d dart in and out, scratch and claw the other beast until it lost control. Then he’d win.
Madden stood tense at his side, hands fisted and knuckles white with restrained rage. Keller felt the anger, the controlled fury bubbling beneath the skin and pumping through veins.
He prided himself on the swiftness of his change, and in less than five seconds he was on four feet. The other wolf, Garron, was still engaged in his shift, legs reshaping to his beast’s form. Tanned skin had given way to gray fur, and the man outweighed him by at least fifty pounds.
Now. Keller roared to his partner as he leapt across the space separating them.
Madden’s bellow echoed through his mind and rang through the room. From his periphery, he watched the massive man keep pace with him.