C13 I've missed you, baby

I pulled out my member and spun her around, ready to penetrate her once more, to pin her against the wall with my eyes locked on hers. But blonde locks replaced brown, and piercing blue replaced caramel.

"Paul," moaned Kearny , taking Lara's place . "Do me, baby."

My appetite deserted me in an instant, my wolf recoiled.

Kearny leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away, confused. The scenery outside spun around me so fast I had to close my eyes.

Then I woke up.

"Shit," I muttered, running an arm over my face at the thought of not only Lara's sweet pussy, but the way I'd lost all desire as soon as Kearny had peeked her face out.

It was all so fucked up.

The man inside me wanted to make her scream and send her packing. But the wolf...the wolf wanted her like no other. And I didn't even want to think about messing with her yet. The fucking her part was enough for now. But first, I needed information.

I also needed to see Kearny .

That didn't appeal to me at all.

Sighing, I pushed the sheets aside and headed for the shower.

An hour later, I headed to Haven Fields, where Manala's pack was located . Manala didn't have to hide her city behind a horde of trees and a pile of papers just yet.

An hour later, I drove to Haven Fields, the location of Mánala's pack . Manala didn't have to hide his town behind a horde of trees and a pile of paperwork just yet. The previous alpha had kept the layout simple with a few cabins in the woods, using the neighboring village for all his needs.

Mánala planned to change it and add urban infrastructure. But ten months had passed and he still hadn't recovered from the challenge he had won to become alpha. Jeremy , the man before him, had wanted to keep the pack in the past, and discord among the wolves had forced Mánala to step up against his blood brother, who wanted the title of alpha. Finn was a nasty piece of work, and no one wanted that.

After Mánala won the challenge, his brother had left the pack and no one had heard from him again. Now, burdened with a responsibility he didn't want, my friend had reluctantly agreed to help his relatives and had thrown himself into his role.

Maybe that's why he's been such a sullen bastard lately?

He could empathize with the heavy chain of being an alpha, and had always craved it. For Mánala , a man who preferred to relax, have fun and let others work out the kinks, it was a wonder he could keep his head up.

A sign that read Camping Haven Fields - No Vacancies marked the trailhead that led into the thick forest about twenty minutes from Woods Creek. They had long since claimed the site as residential, but the "No Vacancies" sign kept people away. Maintaining the belief that it was a campground kept potential land buyers from snooping around. For over a hundred years it had worked, and Manala's growing herd had prospered since immediately joining the alliance, something the old alpha had never wanted. Our joint investments provided him with the money he needed to bring Haven Fields into the 21st century.

Using the SUV to travel the last part of the distance to Haven Fields, I finally arrived and parked in front of Mánala's cabin , on the north side of the camp.

He was expanding his house and I had done some work in the early stages. Now the plumbing and electrical installations had begun. It was not my specialty, as I preferred carpentry.

"Didn't you have enough of me last night?" greeted Mánala , taking a sip from the cup in her hand. The other rested on the tool belt tight around her waist.

Although we were in the middle of summer, the temperature had dropped and the sky clouded over. But no one would believe it if they looked at Mánala standing there with his open plaid shirt, the sleeves of which he had ripped off a long time ago.

"I didn't come to see you, brother," I replied. "I've come to see Kearny."

Manala shook her head. "Good luck with that if you've come to do what I think you've done."

It's the right thing to do."

"And I'm glad it's your balls on the chopping block, not mine. You'll find her at Harley's cabin, most likely, with the weather the way it is. She's set up a salon, or spa, or whatever, there. Get her nails done or something."

"Thanks."

Manala lowered her voice. "What's the game with Lara?"

"You know what the game is."

"I know what you think it is. But seriously, last night, I could have thrown a match at both of you, and boom. Erupted into flames."

"That was my intention." I looked away. "She's playing into my hands pretty easily."

He chuckled. "More like the other way around." He patted me on the shoulder. "But before you go to confront Kearny , there's something I need to tell you. I talked to James this morning."

"¿Y?"

"They're coming for a few days to help you with your situation with Scott , as well as the other things. Harry will also be coming and bringing Nick . We could have a barbecue Friday night. Make it a town thing." He raised his muscular arm and pumped his fist. "No party like a Woods Light party ."

"Don't do that around a woman you're trying to impress. And I don't have time to plan the cookout."

"You don't have to. I'll call Halley and Shaw . They'll take care of it. Halley is the mother hen in your town and she loves this kind of thing. Shaw will get the support to help her. And Mary's parents will provide the food. They'll bring enough food and beer for a month."

"Yeah. They're worse than college kids at a frat party. Do what you want. But let me know before you turn Halley loose on me."

Manala laughed. "I will. Now I'm going back to work." She gulped down the rest of her drink. "Good luck with Kearny . You're going to need it. Holler if you need help from the banshees."

I rolled my eyes and left him alone, wondering why Manala always overreacted when it came to Kearny . So he was very demanding. But she made no apologies for being who she was, and I respected her for it. She also made waves in the bedroom. Nothing got past her and she was up for anything. We had already trashed several beds, she liked it hard and fast, and I was pleased. But beyond orgasm, there wasn't much else. I had tried at first, but our conversation had quickly petered out and we always ended up fucking, having a bite to eat and fucking some more.

I had confessed to her my reasons for sleeping with her and she had agreed that we should remain casual. Other than that I told her that I didn't see her as my partner. That caused me some scratches. But other than that, we were functioning on the same page. I also knew she wasn't exclusive with me. Younger wolves bragged about it enough. I had always used protection with her, so I wasn't worried. Not that I had to. Wolves didn't transmit diseases like humans did. But I didn't want to wet the wick right after another unprotected sibling. I also didn't want pups with Kearny , using protection even when she begged me not to, claiming she was on birth control. I never took the risk. I wasn't that stupid.

As I knocked on the open door of Harley's cabin, music played in the background and Harley motioned for me to come in.

Kearny was having her nails painted by another of the herd. Harley went back to blow-drying a woman's hair.

"Hi, Paul," Harley greeted, and the others did the same, though I couldn't remember their names.

Kearny's bright blue eyes lit up with hunger when she saw me. The light angelic curls that framed her face brought back fond memories. Especially, when I saw them bounce as she sucked my member .

"I've missed you, baby," she said huskily, beckoning me with her free hand. But the dream I'd been having fucked me as he slipped into my mind with those words, reminding me of the reason I'd cum.

"Can I talk to you?"

She frowned. "I'm busy." She tried to ignore me and turned to talk to the woman doing her nails.

"I won't be long," I insisted.

"I said I'm busy. I'll see you next week as we had arranged."

"That's what I came to discuss."

Her back straightened. He looked at Harley and relented. "All right. If your cock's that desperate, I don't mind serving you, baby."

The others chuckled, though Harley blushed. Smug, Kearny told them, "Give me a moment, girls."

Blowing out her nails, she followed me out, teetering a little on her heels as she we got to the grass. I had no idea why he was taking them here, in such a terrain. But I wasn't going to ask him.

"So," he said, wiggling his fingers and blowing some more on his fingernails, "what's going on?

Look. It's not easy to tell you this, but I wanted to tell you face to face." I ran a hand through my hair, I hated this kind of shit. "I want to put an end to what we're doing."

"I don't think so," he scoffed, pulling his hand out to see the bright yellow handwork on his fingernails.