Her Viking Wolves(91)

Olafr keeps their mind link open for several beats of the ominous chanting music. And then finally, their connection goes quiet.





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“Time to go!” Evelyn calls across the room to me. "Tell your friend you'll call her back."

I glance over at Evelyn who stands near the door with her arms crossed. Then back at Iggle, big as life on my LED wall screen. Looking at her shoulder, I say, “I guess it’s time. I’ll try to call you back but I’m not exactly sure when.”

“Yeah, understood,” she answers, still typing notes from the short stand up we just had. I don’t think she’s smoked in a while, because she seems less relaxed than she usually is at night. Or maybe it’s just been because I haven’t been in contact in nearly a week, leaving her to basically run She-Wolf alone in my absence.#p#分页标题#e#

“I’d say I wish I could be there,” she says when she finishes inputting the last of her notes. “But…”

“You don’t want to lie.”

Iggle grimaces and nods. “Anyway, I can see you still have a lot going on. But no worries, I’ll deal with the Koreans. You take care of…” she glances at Evelyn waiting impatiently by the door. “Whatever it is you’ve got to do.”

“Thanks, Iggle,” I say.

Iggle’s image blinks out, sending the screen back to black.

I pick my way over to Evelyn, who’d only given me enough time to call Iggle in exchange for my agreeing to wear high heels and a traditional wedding dress. But when I catch a glimpse of myself in the screen’s dark reflection, I have to steel myself to keep this promise. The Detroit pack’s version of a traditional wedding dress is basically the tightest, tiniest white leather dress you can shove a she-wolf into without her coochie showing. And forget bending over. Even with my yarn locs twisted in an elegant bun, I look and feel ridiculous. Like I somehow landed in the middle of an 80s metal video.

But Evelyn’s face softens when I reach her.

“You look just like your mama,” she tells me. But then her lips thin. “At least you would if you did something with that hair.”

That makes me inwardly roll my eyes. According to Evelyn, black male bikers can be as edgy as they want, but a true she-wolf should never step out of her home in anything less than a flowing weave of the finest hair money can buy off some random woman in India. Seriously, sometimes it feels like I’ve been partially raised by a walking, talking rap video diva.

With another super annoyed look toward my hair, Evelyn pushes a bouquet of roses into my hand. Blood red, of course. Then she all but shoves me out the door.

Where Olafr is waiting near the top of the stairs.

I’m once again thrown by his new look. With his hands shoved into the pockets of his black leather jacket, he’d be easy to mistake for a Dark Wolf born, even with the red stubble on top of his head.

“Hey,” I say out loud.

“Hello, Varra,” he answers inside my head. His hands come out of his pockets and for once, he looks as awkward as I feel, with his arms hanging artlessly at his sides.

But I’m happy to use the mind link, especially with Evelyn standing right there. “Have you been waiting here the whole time?”

“Yes. This place is very…not like the Alaska house.”

I let out a wry chuckle. Our overblown mansion, with all its excessive 50s nouveau riche grandeur overlaid by the pack’s weird heavy-metal-meets-rap aesthetic, must seem like night to day in comparison to that ski lodge my Alaska relatives call a kingdom house.

“No, it’s not,” I agree.

“And your dress, it is very different from any other I have seen.”

His gaze scans my dress and though male wolves don’t usually give off an arousal scent, I can tell exactly what he’s thinking by the way his expression darkens with lust. Which would be fine. He’s my mate and from a time period where most she-wolves keep themselves covered up. But then the scent of my arousal erupts between us.

I swear I can actually see his glowing eyes dilate as he takes a step toward me.

“Okay, okay,” says Evelyn, grabbing me by the arm. “None of that. We got a wedding to get to and we already kept everybody waiting long enough.”

She pulls me past Olafr toward the stairs. But he catches me by the arm before she can lead me down.

“Varra,” he says inside my head. “No matter what comes after this, I would have you know…”#p#分页标题#e#

He stops, looking away from me like he’s struggling to find the right words. Then he comes back with, “My brother does what he does not because he has no love for you, but because he wishes he had not so much.”