Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 11) Poking More Holes

"Shut up."

Mhm.

I decided to take what Wolfie said and throw it right back in his face.

"Oh, hi Maria. How have you been, dear?"

That's why I didn't respond when sweet old Luna Cara greeted me once we sat down a few chairs

away along the grand dining tables.

I only looked at her and gave her my best wounded puppy impression.

Be careful what you wish for Wolfie.

The look of confusion mixed with concern that came on her face was exactly the reaction I was

expecting. Especially since the news of my situation has spread like wildfire.

I broke eye contact to look down dejectedly, then looked back, looking even more wounded. I pointed

to Wolfie sullenly and did the zipped lip expression to communicate why I couldn't talk. To really take it

home, I gave a meek sigh and rested my chin on my hands with the most hopeless of pouts.

I took a quick peak at Luna Cara afterward and found her looking genuinely horrified in Wolfie's

direction. It even got her mate's attention, and he was looking extremely perplexed and baffled as well.

I had to hold back a laugh.

It got even harder to do when Wolfie noticed and got all panicked and fidgety.

I can't blame the two for being concerned(with a sprinkle of horror). If anyone ever did find a way to

shut me up(without a gag, that is), that would be a pretty grisly process. Most would be right to be

horrified.

They're probably wondering what the h3ll Wolfie could have done to get me all sad and submissive.

It took a few seconds for Wolfie's brain to catch up to the situation. He brought his mouth down to my

ear. "Stop that!"

I looked at him silently with "innocent" eyes.

"Alpha Jason, what is this all about?" Luna tried to smile, although confusion played clear in her voice.

"You know what you're doing! Stop!" He hissed quietly, the panic coming out more in his tone.

I tilted my head in "confusion".

"Yes, I've heard a bit about what you've been up to lately as well," her mate said, his eyes shifting to

me for only a second, "what is it about, son?"

Wait what?!

SON?

. . . Nah.

There was a pause.

"It's debatable how good of a decision it was," the alpha continued.

Oh shoot, shots fired.

"It doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with you. It's Silver Moon pack business." Wolfie responded.

Ooh, reciprocating of shots.

After all the passive aggressive-ness, more ensued. And so I tuned it out.

I fell down a hole of what-ifs and conspiracies.

I've known them for years. I feel like I would know if they had a son that was the alpha of a completely

different pack(not to mention my mate). It's too uncommon for it not to be well known.

Also, that's not how a son talks to his alpha father. Even if he's an alpha himself(again, extremely

uncommon), that definitely wouldn't fly.

The couple glanced at each other.

Dang it, now I wanna know about Wolfie's parents.

Wolfie took the opportunity of them looking the other direction to grab the back of my neck and pull me

towards him. "If you don't stop right now, I will —!"

They turned back around. Unreadable expressions on their faces.

The only thing I could read, was you do not want to be Wolfie right about now.

He froze.

"Please?" He quietly tacked on, his voice going up an octave.

I let out a quiet snort.

Pulling myself together, I discreetly rolled my eyes and ended my little game. "Everything's under

control," I told the concerned couple with a smile. "Thank you for the concern, though."

'Everything is under control.'

It may not seem like it, but being able to poke holes in every plot the enemy makes, that's control.

That's what's been happening so far.

Luna Cara gave me a slow once over to make sure that was truly the case.

Her mate just kept looking on with confused skepticism.

Once she was satisfied, she met my eyes again. "Okay dear, you take care of yourself."

"Thank you. I will," I smiled.

They turned in their seats and the discussion was over.

That went well.

I mean, she might think I'm borderline bipolar for acting completely dejected then switching on a dime

to not having a care in the world. But sometimes that's just how life is.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Wolfie gritted.

"Why do I have to have a mate who wants to take over my house? Just another one of life's great

mysteries, I guess."

~*~*~*~

"And then, and then I said to him, 'go find your own rainbow butterfly socks, man.'"

We all erupted into laughter once again.

Jeez, we're annoying.

One of the guys was telling a story, that wasn't really that funny, but the way he and his friends were

telling it, made it hilarious.

Y'know those stories?

We got a few weird(more like jealous they're not having as much fun, ha!) looks from the people

farther down the table, but after about three or four times we got pretty good at ignoring them.

We've been talking and joking with the four chairs on either side of us and the people across from

them all through dinner. We've become that section.

But that tends to happen with me. Especially if I have people to bounce off of even before all the

normal people are interested. That's the case this time. I have Candy, Grace and the guys(a bunch of

college age kids, mind you). We're ALWAYS a bad combination when it comes to fancy events. But

we're all master's and second's kids so we still get invited to them.

Not to mention our accomplishments in the field, but who asked?

Someone who seems to be one of Wolfie's friends also came to sit near us(one of his actual friends.

Not 30-40 year old dudes he's allies with). And of course Zach, a.k.a Happy, is here too, to his

immediate right, while I'm on his left. I could already tell those two were best friends the second I laid

eyes on them together, so it's no surprise when the trio work up their own lighthearted conversation.

One that makes Wolfie smile so his dimples show.

Cue the heart melting.

Another addition to the list of reasons Wolfie is a softy.

Bad guys don't have dimples. It's just not allowed.

Our section of the dining area continues having fun and cracking jokes, and sometimes Wolfie even

contributes to the conversation. In fact, he does it a lot. And my heart squeezes every time.

But whenever I do — which is the majority of the time — and I say something actually competent or

funny, he looks at me like he's surprised.

Like he expects me to be a total idiot.

"Hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade," Dylan shrugs looking between me and Wolfie.

"Dude, life gave me fricken apples and said, 'here, now make lemonade.'," I rolled my eyes.

The group chuckled.

Even Wolfie let out a laugh.

I yelled at myself for letting the pride swell in my chest.

It wasn't even that funny, but Wolfie's laugh makes me feel like I'm the funniest person in the world.

Goddess, I'm in trouble.

"Now oranges I can work with. I'm used to making something out of practically nothing. Just ask Rose

and Brandon about when I gave a speech about how life is fair and when you do something good, it

gets reciprocated at some convention thingy," I shook my head. "I pulled all of that out of thin air."

More chuckles.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, it might be true for some people," I spoke out of the corner of my mouth,

"lucky Son of a guns,"

"Hahaha."

"But me? NOT one of those people," I exaggerated, making my eyes go wide with my hands making a

cutting motion through the air.

"We know Maria," Candy laughed at how completely far from the truth what I was preaching at that

convention was for me.

"But apples are a different story," I continued right back into what I was saying.

"Hahahahaha."

~*~*~*~

"Hey Red, you wanna know something funny? When I first met you I thought you were gonna be such

a cry baby," Jett commented randomly, shaking his head.

He's had quite a few glasses of enhanced champagne.

I'll give you three guesses what part they enhanced.

We are a bunch of werewolves and vampires. Gotta find some way to spice up the party.

"What?" I laughed, both at his bluntness and the statement itself.

"Yeah, that's why I didn't bother talking to you at first. I thought you were gonna be all whiny and

annoying," he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

The people around us chuckled while I let out a full on laugh.

"But now I see you differently. Now I see you more like a man."

I nearly spit out my drink.

Everyone nearly fell out of their chairs laughing.

"Oh yep, that's me," I laughed. "And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend."

They started cracking up even more.

I sighed. "Just kidding, nobody's wondering that."

"Hahahahaha!"