His Funny Little Wolf Girl

Ch. 8: Lame

(Aaron’s POV)

The first thing I did was head to my own suite and get yet another change of clothes out, then hop into the shower. I was starving, but I felt the need to get clean outweighed the need to eat at the moment.

As I was showering I absently wondered if Britney was back from her shopping trip yet. The thought of her making me remember what she wanted from me before she left. That led to my imagination taking over and I could fully envision her pulling back the curtain and stepping in behind me.

I closed my eyes for a second to let the images play through my mind of small, soft hands sliding around my hips and then dipping lower. I felt her lips brush the wet skin of my back and moaned softly when she touched me. I leaned in against the wall, bracing one hand against it as my other hand began to slowly work on releasing some of my excitement.

It wasn’t until Britney came around in front of me and purred, “Would you like me to get that for you?”, that I opened my eyes. I was smiling, ready to take her up on that offer. Only when our eyes met Britney’s normally brown eyes were impossibly emerald green and glistening like they were real gemstones, her hair was no longer chestnut brown but an enticingly beautiful honey color, and her face was filled with innocence and naivety that came naturally to someone who knew nothing of the world.

I was so startled by the image that I jumped back. After a second, I finally blinked the image away, staggering backwards and grabbing for the shower curtain to cover my body. Unfortunately, I stepped on a bar of soap, and it slipped out from under me, causing me to go crashing down with it, curtain and all.

By the time I gathered my wits about me, I was sitting under the spray of the shower, one leg dangling over the side of the tub, the shower curtain wrapped about my midsection and funneling water onto the floor. I had soap running down my face that was getting into my eyes, and the entire bathroom was now a mess.

So much for eating.

When I walked into my bedroom, a towel wrapped neatly around my hips, I was pleasantly surprised to find Britney stretched out across my bed again. So I smiled happily as I asked, “Hi Babe. How was the shopping trip?”

“Mmm, boring without you there. What about you? How was your day?” It always made me feel good when she would ask me about my day. I felt like she cared. Everyone else only asks because they’re being polite. But Britney asks because she cares. And I feel like I can tell her everything and anything because of it.

Only now I had a secret to carry. And I didn’t care for that idea. But still, I shrugged as I said, “It was okay. This assignment my Dad gave me is taking up all of my time, though.”

“Oh riiiight. The assignment. What does he have you doing again?” She was tapping a very well-manicured nail against her bright red lips like she was trying to remember something I’d said. Only I hadn’t said. And I wasn’t that easily manipulated. So I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead as I said, “Still top secret.”

“Since when is carrying around a petite blonde she-wolf like a caveman a ‘top secret’ assignment your Father would give you?” Her tone was scathingly accusatory and I flinched just as Onyx began to chuckle and say, “Buuustedddd”.

But I didn’t have time for his childish outbursts right now. I had a fuming female to deal with, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that. “Who is she, Aaron? And why are you carrying her around the packhouse like you own her?”

The questions were gritted out between her teeth in an infuriated hiss. “We don’t know, Brit. And that’s NOT what I was doing. I swear to you, there’s nothing going on.”

“Oh really? I’m sure there’s nothing going on with you, babe. I trust YOU. But this sk*nky little sl*t? No way in h*ll am I trusting her! She’s after what’s mine, and I'm not letting her get away with that!” Her jealous outburst was cute. But totally unnecessary.

It did kind of feel good hearing her call me hers, though. But still, I can’t exactly have Britney going after that she-wolf. The poor thing would be no match for Britney. “Listen, babe… I promise you this girl isn’t after me. She isn’t after anyone. She’s nothing for you to be worried about. Honestly.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto my lap so I could hold her close as I spoke. It seemed to take some of the fire out of her fight because she pouted and said, “If you say so, babe. But if she makes a move on you, I’m kicking her sk*cky little as*”.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips even though Onyx was warning me to tell her that, “If she lays a hand on our mate I’ll kill her myself. I promise you that, Aaron. So you better tell her to stay away from her. Or else.”

It was the ‘or else’ that got me. He meant what he was saying. I’ve never heard him like this before. I didn’t know what to think, really. All I knew was that I didn’t like it.

“Is that your wolf talking to you? What’s his name, again? Kicks?” I was so deep in thought over what Onyx said I just answered her without really hearing what she said, “Onyx.”

“Oh, right. Onyx. It suits him. I bet he’s just as upset as I am. I know he adores me. He wouldn’t want to see anyone else coming between us.” Britney was now pouting and cooing like a spoiled little rich kid. A habit I always found cute. Until now.

Plus, there was something in the way she talked about Onyx that caught somewhere in the back of my mind and began to fester there. “Adore her? I think your girlfriend has lost the d*mn plot. I tolerate her. Nothing more.”

Onyx basically repeated what he’d said before too. I still find that inconceivable. That he would ‘tolerate’ someone just because it made me happy. “You don’t dislike her, though. Right?” I asked him and got a long silence as an answer.

When he finally did speak he seemed hesitant, cautious. “No. I don’t dislike her. But it’s hard to like someone who can’t even remember your name. Britney isn’t a bad person, Aaron. But I’ve never seen her as Luna material either.”

His admission might just as well have been a physical blow. It knocked the air right out of my lungs. Though, thankfully, Britney didn’t seem to notice. And after a few minutes of recovery, I finally said, “I think we need to talk, buddy.”

I got no response to that. I didn’t need one. Britney was jabbering on and on about the mall, never noticing my dismay or the way my mood suddenly shifted. Which I was grateful for. I didn’t want to upset her, after all.

“Hey babe? Can we go downstairs and get some food? I’m starving, and I have to go to my Mom’s suite soon.” I was hoping she didn’t pick up on the fact that the she-wolf would be there too.

She didn’t skip a beat, actually. I just picked her up from my lap and set her on her feet, then got up and guided her from the room as she continued to talk. From the sounds of it, I spent a lot of money today. But it made her happy, so it makes me happy too.

When we entered the great hall, my eyes swept the room looking for Blake. I found him by the buffet table, surrounded by girls, and trying to make his way to a table. “Beat it, sl*ts!” I heard someone say from behind him and, after giving the owner of that voice some very nasty looks, the sea of girls parted to let Blake and his sister through.

Jolene was Blake's twin sister and every bit the fighter he was. They trained together every day, above and beyond normal training. She’s a h*ll of a warrior and doesn’t put up with the sl*ts trying to get into Blake’s pants all the time. Which he finds both a curse and a blessing. Depending on the day.

Today, apparently, he finds it a blessing because I heard him mumble, “Thank you. You’d think they’d let a guy eat in peace sometimes.”

“Well, if the guy wasn’t always shacking up with one of them, maybe they would.” Yeah, that’s another thing about Jolene. She doesn’t take his sh*t. I just chuckled at the two of them. Which, of course, drew their attention to us.

“Hey there, Alpha. Britney.” I noticed the way Jolene looked Britney up and down but didn’t say anything. I also noticed that Britney never answered her. She just kept going on about her mall excursion.

“I’ll be right back. I’m starving.” I told the group in general, and headed to the buffet. Britney followed behind me, still talking, so as I made a plate for myself, I made one for her as well.

I carried them both back to the table just in time to catch Jolene handing Blake a five dollar bill and saying, “I should’ve known better.” Those two are always betting on things. No matter how big or small. If they’ve got the time to do it, they place their bets.

“What were you two betting on now?” I chuckled as I sat down across from them and put Britney’s plate by her seat.

“On whether the queen here would make her own plate and carry it to the table or if you would. Be beat me to the better option, so I wound up taking a s*ckers bet.” Jolene informed me with a smirk, then bit into her chicken leg like a hardened Viking.

“Oh come on. We’re not that predictable. Are we?” I didn’t want to believe we were, but even I had to admit that Blake knew exactly what would happen. When did I become so lame?