Flames of Fury

Chapter 15

Fuck it

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Varian

Something feels — off, today. I can't quite articulate it, but my wolf is more restless today than he has been in almost six months, like he can sense something looming.

Ro and I are in our office finalizing the last of the contracts for a second club we are looking to open. Caligo has been so popular here that we decided to open another in the city near our friend and ally, Alec.

Ro's phone begins to hum angrily against his desk. At first he ignores it, tunnel visioned on his task, but after two more demanding buzzes he answers it, snapping at whoever is on the other end.

"Ro."

Ro rolls his eyes and links me. It's Alec, he says he's got something for us.

Put him on speaker. I link back to Ro.

"If it's more of that mystery sangria your uncle makes then don't bother, that shit had me laid out for two fuckin' days." Ro says dryly.

Alec laughs a little too much at this. "I told you to pace yourself, old man. But no, it's not the sangria."

Ro growls. "You going to tell me or are you really going to be an adolescent and make me guess?"

"Let's just say I have something that belongs to you and I'm on my way to return it."

"Tell him if he's talking about Serena we don't want that back." I shout across the room loud enough so he can hear me through the phone.

"Nope, not Serena, but you're getting warmer. It is  a girl."

Ro's eyes dart to mine and I lift a curious brow in response. We meet plenty of women at the club and from other packs when we attend functions, but we haven't found anyone that really piques our interest in a while, months I'd say. So I'm at a complete loss for who he could possibly be bringing over right now.

"Fine, I'll bite. Who?" Ro huffs.

"You know, you really should keep better track of your things."

He's toying with us, and I'm not in the mood. I walk over towards Ro's desk so Alec can hear me loud and clear.

"Alec, it's Varian. Cut the bullshit, who do you have?"

Alec pauses and I swear I can just picture his smug fucking face. "I have your mate."

Ro and I share a bewildered expression.

What the fuck is he playing at?  Ro asks.

I'm not sure. Mom is close with Bunny, you think they put him up to it?  It's the only thing I can think of besides Alec completely losing his mind.

She hasn't bugged us about taking a mate in months.

And you don't find that suspicious? Maybe they're playing matchmaker, like an arranged marriage.

The thought vexes me to the core, we've been thriving on our own. The last thing Ro and I need is some high-maintenance mate to come screw everything up.

"Tell me the truth, Alec. Did our mother put you up to this?" Ro practically breathes fire.

"N—no? Syble showed up at my door, she stumbled out of my woods a bloodied mess. But don't worry, Bunny took care of her and now we're on our way over."