A sirene mate for the Alpha

Looking like a condom commercial

*Zayan*

"You think they're triplets... or sisters?" JZ mumbles in a low voice, nodding towards the three very similar girls walking a bit ahead of us, chatting excitedly.

I shake my head. "Nah... they're just like fashion clones, you know, doppelgangers in matching puffy jackets."

I hear a chuckle from the other side of the road where Lee is trotting along. He hasn't said a word while we walked, but he has been throwing a stick for Blue and scratching him behind the ear, so my dog is trotting happily along beside him, the stick in mouth.

"Not sure if I find them scary or weirdly attractive," JZ sighs, looking after the girls.

I chuckle, and Lee lets out a snort… I think it was an amused sound. Then I shake my head. "Whichever it is… better stay away, JZ, you'll just get burned. Also, they're what, twenty-one... Twenty-two... just nah."

"Hey, I am like almost... half your age... but yeah, okay, you're right, as always," He shrugs. "Not really my type... types... whatever, and I'm probably not their type either."

"Don't sell yourself short, no pun intended," I retort. He shoots me a dirty look. He has always been a little touchy about his height, as werewolves are usually tall, and he isn’t. "No, seriously, any woman would be lucky to have you, you're a good guy."

He pats my shoulder. "Thanks, man, and well, right back at you. Now we just need to go dig up those amazing women who are lucky to have us."

"Uhm, could we like... find them above ground? I prefer the unburied kind." I grin and jump away when he tries to hit me over the head. "You need to jump higher to reach me, JZ."

"Ouch." Something hits me over the head, and I turn to look at Lee. "Hey, you hit me with the stick... eww, I've got Blue drool in my hair."

JZ is clutching his stomach, laughing. "Oh God... priceless... You so asked for that, Zayan. Well done, Lee, top points."

"I guess I did deserve that," I sigh, realizing now I need a shower. "Come on inside. We'll get you something to drink, anything else you might need."

JZ hurries up the steps and opens the door. "Welcome, ladies... and Lee. The kitchen is right down the hallway."

*Hadley*

It's actually a nice house… simple, nice, warm, with a scent that seems to wrap around me. Laila, Sindy, and Barb are sitting in the living room, discussing what to watch on TV and sipping on their herbal tea. I have stayed in the kitchen with Zayan and JZ.

"Tea or coffee, Lee?" Zayan asks.

"Coffee, please." I don't really know why I'm still hiding from them; it just feels like the right thing to do… not revealing who I am. It's not easy for me to trust people.

He comes over to hand me a cup, and as I look up to take it, I realize something I hadn't before, probably because I have been looking away from him. Without thinking, it slips out. "Silver Wolf!"

I am, of course, referring to the superhero he played in the hit movie, who is also a werewolf.

"Uhm, I'm not changing into spandex just because you say the word, but yeah... hi." He grins, and I quickly look down. "Hey, it's okay, Lee. I hope you enjoyed the movie."

I nod, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "A lot... it was funny, and you were very good."

"Aw, thanks, man. That's nice of you to say." He lights up with a bright smile. "Well, I'm going to grab a shower."

He disappears, and I can't help looking after him. I hadn't recognized him at first, both because I didn't really look closely and because he looks different with the beard. I have only seen him in 'Silver Wolf' and he was clean-shaven in that... the beard is a good look on him.

I notice JZ looking at me a bit weirdly as I sip my coffee under the hood, and I make a swift decision. But before I can act on it, he asks, "So... what's your job?"

"I... sing." I put down my cup and let the hood fall back, removing my cap. "Hi... it's really Hadley, not Lee."

His eyes might pop out, and his mouth hangs slightly open. "Oh... wow... hi... wow... sorry, you just look very different in real life."

"Yeah, I know, sorry... not so special, just being me." I give him a small shrug.

"No, I didn't mean it like that... you're a very pretty girl." He looks flustered. "Is that okay to say?"

I giggle; he's kind of cute being all flustered. "It's fine, JZ... hey, why do they call you JZ, by the way? If it's okay to ask."

"Well, I'm Zayhan…with an 'h', and he..." He gestures toward the door where Zayan disappeared. "...is Zayan, sounds the same, so they started calling me Junior Zayhan, because... well, I'm the smaller one and the younger. I'm not a fan, so it's a compromise... JZ and Z."

"So you're okay with it? I mean, if you prefer me to call you something else, I will." I give him a smile. I mean, if he's sensitive about his height, I don't want to make him feel bad.

He smiles back and seems to relax. "It's totally okay; I'm used to it... and well, I know I'm not really a big guy."

"Nothing wrong with that; good things come in small packages too." I give him a wink, and his cheeks actually turn pink.

I hear Zayan whistle from the bedroom, and JZ looks like the cat that got the cream. "Oh, Zayan will be so surprised to see you're not a guy."

"Uhm, could we not tell him just yet? I know it's a bit weird... but please?" I tilt my head, giving him my best puppy eyes.

He looks slightly disappointed. "Okay, but you know Zayan won't judge, right? He's like a really cool guy."

"I'm sure he is..." I hear him approaching and quickly put the cap back on and pull up the hood. "But just humor me."

"Hey guys, aren't they back with the car yet?" Zayan walks into the kitchen, making me bite my lip. Why is he just wearing way too low-hanging sweatpants? Has he run out of clean shirts?

I shake my head, and JZ seems to struggle to keep a straight face as he answers. "Nope... not yet."

Zayan pads over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking from it in big gulps, a couple of drops spilling down on his broad chest. Seriously, why the f**k is the guy insisting on looking like a freaking condom commercial? "Ah okay," he says.

"Maybe you should... put on some clothes," JZ is biting his lip. "You know, if you need to help unload the car."

"Well, yeah," Zayan says, scratching his stomach, making his abs contract and my jaw drop... holy... Hadley, stop staring at him; he's going to think you're gay for him. But dang that is one perfectly build body.

He turns and disappears into his room, and JZ lifts one eyebrow, whispering, "You can stop drooling now... he has left."

"I... wasn't... s**t," I shake my head. "Does he walk around like that often?"

"Well, yeah," he chuckles. “Sorry.”

Just as Zayan walks back into the kitchen, now wearing a hoodie, the car pulls up outside. "I'll go see if they need help."

For some weird reason, I manage to spill coffee on myself... okay, so I was kind of looking at his ass; I never knew sweats could show an ass off like that. Luckily, Zayan doesn't realize, but JZ is almost doubling over with laughter.

"Damn... and I'm already dirty and have s**t in my hair," I mumble, pulling off the hoodie. I'm wearing a tank top underneath, so I don't worry… it's not like I'm flashing him.

"You want a shower? You can just borrow Zayan's bathroom; I'll tell him... it's no problem," JZ says, his eyes darting around.

A shower would be so great right now, to be honest. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"No problem at all, I assure you," he gives me another friendly smile, but his eyes are avoiding me... and then I realize the tank top is wet from the coffee, making my n*****s stand out like searchlights as I am not wearing a bra. Bravo, Hadley, way to look like a freaking p**n star.

"Uh, thanks," I hurry towards the bedroom so I can have my back to him. "Could you please get my suitcase in here so I have clean clothes?"

"No problem, I'll do that," he calls after me as I disappear.