Baby Got Bear - Milly Taiden Page 0,22
the door as the biggest man she’d ever seen walked into the room.
Not as tall as Beau, but broader and brawnier. She couldn’t tell if he was muscle or not, but one thing was for sure, his head was so bald it glowed. Immediately thinking of a cue ball as the massive wolf shuffled forward, sat her up, and replaced the silver on her wrists and ankles with a soft, cloth rope, Lucy raised a single eyebrow. “This is your idea of civilized? I’m still feeling a little like a savage.”
Scratching at his jaw, his mouth open like he was trying to think of something cool to say and coming up incredibly lacking, Lucy knew the second his tiny little brain concocted half a thought.
“It’s for your own safety,” he mockingly consoled, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting from one foot to the other. “I would hate—”
“How is this keeping me safe?” Laughing sarcastically, she cut off whatever bull crap the slimy wolf was about to spew. “Don’t have an answer? Gotcha stumped?”
Snapping his fingers, this time without finger guns, Terrance looked on as a short, thin wolf with cloudy blue eyes and scars lining his top lip jumped to attention. Grabbing the rickety, scuffed chair from the corner, he raced back, set it down next to the bed, and wiped the seat with the sleeve of his jacket.
Sitting, the total waste-of-space alpha made a show of unbuttoning his jacket, crossing his legs, and straightening the pleat in his pants. “Yes, your safety.” Tapping his temple, he gave another single nod. “I didn’t rise to the position I am by ignoring the behavior of the people around me or missing certain signs.”
Uncrossing his leg and placing his forearms on his knees, he asked with a sneer, “Wanna know what I’ve observed since coming here? From you?”
Rolling her eyes and with as much disdain as possible, Lucy groaned, “Enlighten me, oh, Swami. Tell me, am I an open book? Do I wear my emotions on my sleeve? I can’t wait to know. I’m practically jumping out of my skin with anticipation.”
A flicker, just a tiny spark of anger, flashed in the soulless depths of Terrance’s black eyes. Instantly forcing his thin, bloodless lips into a grimace parading as a smile, he spoke to Lucy as if she were five years old and needed to be taught a lesson. “Within half of a minute, I surmised—”
“Oh, wow, somebody got a word of the day calendar.”
Another flash of anger, this one more difficult for him to hide, and Terrance was right back to it. “If I untie you, you will run. The boys will have to race around after you, and they are, shall we say, eager to please. I inspire that kind of loyalty in my pack. Anyway, there is a good chance that you could be hurt.”
Doing everything in her considerable power not to laugh right in his face, Lucy glanced over Terrance’s shoulder at the band of misfits he called “the boys.” Images of what she and Beau would do to them flashed in her mind.
The Luna wolf had never been especially bloodthirsty, or even liked to fight, but these assholes crossed the line. She wanted to make them cry like babies and beg for their lives.
Eyes going back to Terrance’s, Lucy lifted her bound hands and crooked her finger for him to come closer. Whispering so softly that he had to pay close attention, she grinned, sure to keep the look in her eyes dark and emotionless. “It’s not your men who need to be worried.” Pausing for effect, she started to nod. “Although I fully intend to kick their asses, too.” Extending her finger, she scoffed. “But Beau’s gonna take a hunk right out of your mangy, flea-ridden hide, and then he’s going to skin you alive.”
The scent of fear filled the room as her threat hit home. Trying to act coy, like it didn’t bother him in the slightest, Terrance leaned back and picked at the sleeve of his jacket. “Oh, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, my delusional little wolf, what do you take me for?”
And idiot? An asshole? A loser?
“Do you really think we’ll be staying here? This is merely a safe house. By the time your bear,” he spat the word like it tasted terrible, “even gets close, we’ll be long gone.”
Refusing to look away, even as chills ran down her spine, Lucy watched Terrance get to his feet, adjust the collar of his dress