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“Plenty time. Come, we have some girl stuff to do. Carmen isn’t welcome, she can sit over there and think about what she’s done.” Meadow tosses her hair back, that long sleek hair shining as it flies over her shoulder sassily, throwing her a pointed look and leads the way, yanking me with her once more. Cesar and Jesus, still standing in the entranceway, move out of the way and I catch the slight up and down appraisals as they size me up in passing.

The twin’s eyes follow me and although it’s not outright hostility I can tell none of the males, with the exception of maybe Matteo, are sure they want me here. I’m an outsider to them, an intruder to their pack, and not worthy to be bonded to their alpha.

As soon as we get to the corridor, Meadow slides her arm in mine and hauls me close a little aggressively for my liking. Leaning in so her perfume and natural wolf scent mingle and hit me with a heady concoction.

“I know we’re supposed to follow Juan in his hatred of all the orphans he threw behind the mountain, but I lost family in that war and it could have well been me. Some of us were lucky enough to see some come back…. I don’t believe for a second that only our strongest bloodlines came home. You can trust me, Amiga. I’m not like most of the pack. I have a mind of my own.” She whispers it in hushed silence and throws me a soft look, that despite feeling her crazy vibes, rings true, she has an underlying kindness and I can feel it when we’re this close. “Colton’s a good boy, but he’s also Juan’s son. He knows his place in the pack and he knows if he defies his father and breaks that kind of respect for our laws, he’ll never have the respect when his time comes to lead. I know what he wants, and I know why he can’t have it… but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a little fun and make him suffer.” A smile, wink, and almost mischievous laugh, and I frown in confusion. Unsure if I should question her or not. If she is close to Colton, then I literally have no idea what she means about having fun and making him suffer.

She leads the way, pulls me with her, up a stair and then down a left hall before we come to a polished wooden door with her name staring back at us from a polished and engraved gold plate. The scent up here is mainly female, and I guess they keep the sexes on different floors, although Cesar’s scent lingers around the door and I guess because they’re mated, he gets to stay in here too. Being mated is marriage and once you’re marked, no one has the authority to stop you being together in every way, every second of every hour.

“I’m the queen of hair and makeup and you my, amiga, need a little Santo makeover, because like it or not, you’re now our pack and our problem. As long as you live, so does Cole, and it’s our job to keep it that way. That means you need to fit in and look the part…. not like this.” She casts me an up down eye flicker of disapproval and exaggerated expression of ‘yuck’. She scans her palm, pushes open the door and leads the way inside. Flicking on a light switch and grinning when it comes on.

“They finally replaced mine, thankfully. That was some show you put on in the hallway, and some mess you made. Impressive! I think you smashed every glass bottle I owned.” She wiggles away from me to a dresser and starts rifling through the contents, throwing me devilish smiles. I relax a little, nerves winding down and anxiety untangling my internal organs, easing into the aura that surrounds her. There’s something infectious and alluring that pulls you in and makes you feel like you can open up to her, and I stand awkwardly by the door watching her.

“I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what happened or how I did it, Colton thinks I …” I start to revert into excuses, ingrained from years of being a reject.

“I know what he thinks. Colton tells me everything and I mean everything! I know he thinks you have an absorption gift and I’m guessing his lack of presence this afternoon was when he came to you to test his theory. How did that go? Or is what I’m looking at the result of getting down and dirty, and distracted?” She has the filthiest way of laughing that implies sexual innuendos, and the crudest mindset, turning any sentence into a much more loaded one with just a chuckle, and I blush again.

“We haven’t had sex. We haven’t done anything since that first time he kissed me. He pushed me to turn, and figured I can do what he says, effectively.” I don’t know how much information I should be giving away as I don’t know her, but I can find nothing in my mind to tell me that Colton doesn’t trust her. She’s his second in command and I’m sure that comes with the highest kind of bond.

“No, he won’t, not if he ain’t gonna mark you. Colton may be a lot of things, but he’s very straight in upholding a moral code. He can be spoiled, a little self-absorbed, and center of his own universe, but he has a code and he’s the kinda guy who would drop everything to have your back if you needed him. He’s not like his father, but he does cower a little in his shadow. He’s young still, I hope he grows out of it soon. Becomes the man hidden in the boy.”

I find myself nodding at that because I know it’s true, even I can see and admit it, and jump when she spins back at me holding up see through lace scraps that I can’t even tell what they are.

“Black or red, Chica? A good feeling starts with sexy lingerie and I’ve never yet worn either, so you can have one.”

My eyes bulge out of my skull a little and my mouth runs dry.