Jasper finished his shower, got dressed, and headed back
downstairs, seeing two soldiers in the living room. With absolutely
nothing else to do, he walked in and took a seat next to them.
Jasper sat in the living room, ready to scratch his own eyes out for
something to do. He watched the two soldiers yell at the television as the football game played.
That was about it.
There needed to be more mates here, a video game system, and a
pool table, definitely a bar because Jasper planned on getting drunk
off of his ass just to forget what he had left behind. Too bad Timber
wolves couldn’t get drunk, but the idea helped his nerves. Jasper's
head fell back, staring up at the ceiling.
This. Shit. Was. Boring.
He blew out his breath, lifted his head, and looked around the
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living room. There were only couches and a big screen television.
Someone shoot me, please.
“You all right over there?” one of the soldiers asked Jasper.
“Just peachy, a root canal is always pleasant.” He pasted a big
smile on his face.
The guy laughed. “I hear ya, not much to do around here. I’m
Rave.” The wolf reached over and shook Jasper’s hand. “This here is
Taz.” He pointed to a mahogany-haired guy.
“Hi, Taz.” Jasper leaned forward and waved his fingers.
“You really prissy, or was Torem messing with us?” Taz asked
him as he eyed Jasper questioningly.
“Actually, I was messing with Torem.” Jasper yawned, kicked his
legs out, and strummed his fingers on the back of the couch.
“Sooooo…” He pursed his lips. “What’s there to do around here, eat
lead paint?”
Taz laughed and shook his head, settling back to watch the game.
Pushing from the couch, Jasper walked behind it to the open area
with absolutely nothing occupying the space. He bent over, stretching
his left hand out while his right hand rocked back and forth behind
him.
“Playing imaginary pool?” Rave asked from over the couch.
“I’ll play ya.” Taz jumped up and walked around to join Jasper.
He chalked an imaginary pool stick and leaned back, waiting for
Jasper to take his air shot.
“Solids,” Jazz called as he walked around the empty space, calling
his next shot.
Jasper noticed the two soldiers had identical tattoos on their necks.
What was up with that? “You guys join a gang?” He pointed to Taz’s
neck.
Taz shook his head, anger pulling his lip back. “It was Jackson’s
idea. He wanted his pack emblem on his soldiers and in a spot for all
to see.”
Jasper
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“You could get it removed.” He actually liked it, but if it was
Jackson’s idea, he would have scratched it off himself when Jackson
had gone down like the bitch he was.
The tattoo was two swords crossed over one another with a wolf’s
head in the middle. It really was very nice.
“No, it’s a reminder of what we survived.”
Jasper nodded, leaving the subject alone.
* * * *
Rave sat there opened-mouthed. The two had gone crazy and were
trying to take him with them. What the hell did Zeus get himself into?
They had waited months for the Alpha’s mate to join their pack, for
this?
“You scratched.” Taz held his hand out to the redhead. “My turn.”
He leaned over, taking his imaginary shot. “Sunk three balls.”
“Sounds like a personal problem. No cheating.” Jasper narrowed
his eyes.
“I don’t cheat,” Taz snapped, pounding his imaginary stick onto
the floor.
“What is going on in here?”
Rave looked over to see Zeus standing in the doorway. Pointing to
the redhead, he said, “He called Taz a cheater.”
“Well, if the shoe fits.” Jasper leaned his imaginary pool stick
against the wall. “You did not sink three balls. I was watching. One at best.”
“They’re playing pool,” Rave offered his confused Alpha. This
only confused the big guy more. Zeus stood there with his head tilted
sideways and his brows pulled together, staring at his mate and Taz.
“Would you like me to purchase a real table, mate?”
“God, yes. And a poker table, a dart board, and a video game
system. Oh yeah, and a bunch of little men that act as though they’ve
eaten too much sugar.”
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Zeus quirked a brow at the list his mate rattled off.
Jasper blew out a breath. “It’s what I’m used to. The noise and
chaos. Little mates jumping around to rock music as they play their
video games, fighting over the pool table, playing pretzel poker, and
eating everything that wasn’t nailed down in the kitchen. It’s just