Jasper(Zeus's Pack 1)(2)

“Did you say Jasper? As in Alpha Zeus’s Jasper?” The hand eased

its death grip, the man’s face going from red with anger to the

paleness of fear.

“Uh, yeah, and who might you be?” He pushed the man off of

him, straightening his clothes. He hated wrinkles, and this guy’s



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attitude sucked as well. Jasper reached down and snatched up his

backpack that had fallen, angrily shoving it back onto his shoulder.

“I am Torem, Beta to Alpha Zeus. My apologies to you, but we’ve

been fighting a lot of rogue wolves lately since Jackson’s capture.”

Torem looked like he was going to be sick, his Latino skin turning a

weird shade of green.

“I’ll forgive you if you can get me to my mate.” Jasper smacked

his backpack into Torem’s chest and dusted the dried leaves from his

pressed shirt, then stuck his hand out, letting the wolf know he needed to show Jasper the way.

“Prissy, aren’t you?” The Beta curled his lip up.

“Not really, I just usually don’t like to be choked before dinner.

Messes with my appetite.” Jasper couldn’t hold it in, so he began to

laugh at the sour look on the Beta’s face. He prayed all the soldiers in the Eastern pack weren’t as uptight as this guy was. He inwardly

sighed at the work he had cut out for him if they were.

“I apologized. What more do you want?” Torem growled,

smashing the backpack in his fist.

Jasper tilted his head, hearing leaves crinkle under someone’s feet.

“Someone’s following us,” he whispered as they walked in the

direction he assumed was the Alpha’s home.

“Yes, I know. I am actually pretty good at my job. It’s Bald Eagle,

the second Beta. A couple of the soldiers as well,” Torem snapped.

Wow, the guy gets really riled up when accidently trying to choke

the shit out of his Alpha’s mate. Jasper held his side as laughter took over. “I thought the Sentries of the Brac pack had funny names. Bald

Eagle?” He began to laugh again, snorting as a tear rolled down from

his eye.

“It isn’t that funny,” Torem muttered.

Jasper sighed. This was not going the way he had hoped it would.

He prayed that only Torem was a prick, not the whole pack.

He suddenly remembered the three Asian men that Alpha

Maverick had sent here. Maybe he would occupy his time with them,



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leaving the sour wolves alone. Would they be like the mates, Kyoshi

and his cousin Keata, sweet and funny, hyper and inquisitive? One

could only hope.

The five men had been kidnapped from Japan and brought over to

be sex slaves. Kyoshi and Keata had fled their captors. The other

three hadn’t been so lucky. Although Jasper didn’t know the details of what happened in the hands of the bad guys, he was glad they were

rescued when his old Alpha sent Sentries to crash the place the three

men were being held and took the three short men away.

The three now resided here.

“Here we are.” They cleared the forest, Torem pointing to a grand

home, almost like the estate he just left behind. They climbed the

front steps, Torem opening the door for him.

Jasper noticed how eerily quiet it was. The sound of the door

opening and echoing throughout the foyer gave him the willies. He

was waiting to hear an organ playing off in the distance somewhere.

He was used to rock music blasting throughout The Den, mates

and warriors shouting, and video games in surround sound. This was

more like a crypt. He wouldn’t be surprised to see headstones lining

the hallway.

“If you’ll come with me, I’ll take you to Zeus.” Torem waved

Jasper along, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Hell no, there were going to be some changes around here.

If he wanted solace like this, he would enter a nursing home.

What did these guys do for fun? Did they even know what fun was?

Jasper looked around at the layout. They entered a large foyer, a

staircase winding up on either side of an open balcony upstairs. The

walls were oak paneling, making the place seem stuffy.

There was a room off to the left and right of the foyer, and he

wondered if either of the two were a den. Next to the room on the

right was a long hallway, same as the old estate, and there were doors after doors. What was it with these big houses and a gazillion rooms?

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show off his culinary skills. Would these guys even appreciate it? The mate, Johnny, back in his old pack used to sit on his knees in the

kitchen chair and drool while Jasper cooked, waiting for the food to

finish so he could devour it.

Would any of the wolves here act that way or turn their collective