Wolf's Call (Wolves Next Door #2) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,2

and Trent got into."

"And Seth," she reminded me.

I just huffed out a breath. "Karen, that was before we had a mate."

Her smile turned sly. "You so sure about that?" Then she flicked her finger up, catching me just under the chin. "You're still cute, Ian. I'm still single. I also know how to keep my mouth shut and that our alpha has needs. If your little human can't handle that, well, you know where I live."

Then she turned and walked her pert little ass back up the street. Why did she have to be a stunning woman? Why couldn't she have gotten fat or ugly or something? Why did this bitch have to be tempting enough that my betas would even think about going there? And had they done more than think recently?

Holding in a growl, I just closed my eyes and pushed out a breath of frustration. There was no way my betas had been with her. Not since Elena moved into the community. I'd told them they had to call it off with the other women - and I'd mostly meant her. Sure, she was always willing to have a little fun, but we were taken! If any of them were cheating on Elena, I'd kill them myself.

Storming around to the driver's seat, I got in, turned the truck on to get some hot air going, and pulled out my phone. As I whipped off a text for them to all meet me on Timber Street, where Lane was working, I was seething, and it was only getting worse. Lane was in the middle of the community. It shouldn't take long for the rest of my betas to meet us there, but every second only allowed me to get even more angry.

I threw my truck into drive and headed that way, pulling in behind Lane. He was just climbing down his ladder, and shot me a look of confusion, but it didn't last long. I was barely out of the truck before Pax pulled up. Trent and Seth were only a few seconds later.

"What's up?" Trent asked.

"If any of you have cheated on Elena, you're out," I snapped. "This is your chance. Fess up now, pack your shit, and go - and I won't kill you."

"Whoa!" Pax said, lifting both hands. "Ian, none of us have screwed anyone in months! I mean, except Elena."

"Ah, shit," Trent grumbled. "She talked to you?"

The sound that came from Lane's throat shouldn't have been possible in his human body. "What did you do?" he demanded, storming toward Trent.

"Nothing!" Trent assured him. "Look, you know that we all used to spend time with Karen. That was before Elena, and nothing has happened since she moved in, but - "

"She hit on me," Seth said, interrupting. "Like, maybe two weeks ago? Trent and I were doing a check of a house before a new client moved in, and she came to say hi. She asked how things were going with the human, and how long until she turned. I kinda didn't think about it, and I said Elena's worried about the virus."

"And," Trent picked up, continuing for him, "Karen latched onto that. She was flirting her little heart out, reassuring us that if we needed a little 'relaxation' that we could call her any time, and shit like that. We didn't."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded.

"Because I thought it was nothing," Seth said. "She wanted to get fucked. I didn't want to fuck her. I didn't think anything of it."

"Nothing happened," Trent assured all of us, but his eyes were on Lane. "Seth and I both told her that we're mated and that it's not going to happen. She was annoyed, but I thought it was just that she's always hoped Ian would come play too."

"Fucking rank chaser," Lane grumbled. "Never liked her."

"Yeah," Pax countered, "but growing up, she was always an easy lay. No need to date. Just a fuck and go, you know? Hell, she's been in Henry's pack since she was born. Now Ian's. She was kinda like a fixture."

"A warm and wet one," Seth mumbled under his breath.

Trent and Pax chuckled at that, but I wasn't quite as amused. "She always hoped to be our mate," I told them. "She told me that in middle school. All she wanted was to marry a Langdon, get rich, and become the alpha bitch. When we were in prep school, she was all over my brother, and I really didn't want his