Brand of the Pack - Tera Shanley Page 0,14
in.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Wade offered.
A little weight lifted off Morgan’s chest. She and Grey hadn’t really talked about the size of their wedding, but she would rather keep it small. An intimate ceremony with their closest friends. The cabin would be ideal. Grey watched her with a steady blue gaze, and she arched her eyebrows in question. He nodded.
“Perfect. Thanks, Wade,” she said. “That’s one less thing we have to do this week. I guess first, we’ll have to see about getting a marriage license.”
“There is a rental company near my office,” Rachel said. “I could reserve white chairs if you’d like. I can pick them up on my way home from work on Friday so we don’t have to make an extra trip.”
Morgan nodded, mouth full of food. “How many do you think we need?” she asked when she finished chewing.
“How many people do you want to invite?”
“Not many. The Dallas pack and my mom. I don’t want a bunch of people at the cabin. I’d rather it be just us and whatever family Grey wants to invite.” She swung her gaze to him. “Did you want to invite your dad?”
His look darkened, eyes turning as ominous as storm clouds. He shook his head. “That’s the fastest way to ruin our wedding. Let’s go ahead and leave him off the guest list.”
Wedding plans came to a halt as Marissa’s birthday cake came out.
“What did you wish for?” Rachel asked after she blew out the candles.
Marissa shrugged. “Nothing. I have everything I want.”
Chapter 5
Alexis slammed the door. If only it would drown out the sound of the men fighting downstairs. What was Jonathan’s problem anyway? All the Denver alpha had to do was order them to leave her alone. Sure, it would be a temporary fix, but she’d take anything at this point. Things had been better in Dean’s pack. It wasn’t that Jonathan couldn’t lead his wolves with a firmer hand. He just wouldn’t.
She sat on the bed of her new, still-unfamiliar room and puffed air out of her cheeks. She leaned over and pulled a picture of the Dallas pack out of the bottom drawer of her bedside table. It had been taken not long after Grey had been found. Even in the picture, he looked hungry and dangerous. He glared at the camera as if his golden eyes alone would devour it. A delectable shiver zinged up her spine. He was an animal.
In the picture, Brandon, Logan, Jason, and Brent all laughed with their arms draped comfortably around each other’s shoulders. Touch was natural for wolves. Dean leaned against the front porch railing of his house with his arm around Rachel’s waist. Marissa stood further off with her arms crossed and a slight frown across her face. Pathetic child. Wade stood solemnly by Dean, and Grey hovered over the others in the back. The ghost that followed the pack. Never a true member, but the beast that dwelled inside him needed more than puny humans could provide. She had been kicked out of Dean’s pack just as Grey had given her the challenge she had been searching for.
She didn’t care for love’s sappy sentiments, but if ever she had come close, it was with Grey. He was the most dominant creature walking the planet, and a beautiful specimen of a man. And Wolf. Anyone with eyes in their head could see he was the best of them. Ruthless, cunning, violent, remorseless, and then at times, tender and protective around females. Not ever with her of course, but she didn’t mind. She liked him rough. She liked him the way he was meant to be. Demon Wolf.
That’s where Morgan got it wrong. She brought out his weak side, which left him exposed. Her worst decision had been the day she Turned Morgan into a silver wolf instead of killing her. So what if she could bear him a pup? That would only leave him more mouths to feed and more weak little mewling things to protect. More little Morgans.
She flipped the picture back into the nightstand and slammed the door closed. What did he see in her anyway? She was obviously too sweet to be a good werewolf.
Alexis leaned over her dresser and admired her fare hair and crystal blue eyes. It had been a slap in the face the day he picked a woman exactly the opposite of her. Morgan was short and slight with dark hair and green eyes, when they weren’t a raging light purple.