Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Old... Friends... Meet New Mate

I lowered the vote goal. You lucky bastards, you're lucky I was in a good mood from all the awesome comments on P21CS... Otherwise this story would have stayed at 5,000 required votes.

Count your lucky stars.

P.S. I finished this chapter when WRA had 961 votes... But I made you wait anyways. Cuz I can, and not even P21CS can put me in a good enough mood to update even earlier. Honestly, you guys are stingy voters... But then again, I'm a stingy writer.

~Rawiya

My first reaction to seeing Jason was squealing like a pig jabbed hard in the ass with a sewing needle. Tyrone grimaced, and retreated to the basement suites where Jude was. My Beta had been spending an increasing amount of time with the boy, which was good, because Tyrone could give Jude a reason to trust again now that I had betrayed him and literally brought him to a den of wolves, instead of somewhere safer.

Jason was now like he always was. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Muscles like a Greek god, face like Adonis. Blitz is better, my wolf tossed in.

I know, I said, and she quickly called to mind the image of him beneath us. To say that I wished I was back in the clearing was an understatement. I needed to be back in that clearing. With Blitz, and his smooth, silken-soft skin over hard, relentless muscles. To be close enough to brush my fingers or lips along his lips, neck, shoulders, spine or hip.

Stop tormenting me with your imagination, He growled inside my head. I'm in an Alpha meeting right now, and a couple of the Alphas are starting to look at me funny and a few females are giving me dirty looks. Before I could apologize for the unintentional arousal I could feel through our link, he gave me enough picture-form ideas of what he wanted to do that I could fill a porn magazine with them. Screw a cold shower-I needed to be in the Weddell Sea with the seals right now, freezing my ass off.

I'd rather be swimming in the icy-cold water with harp seals than in this uncomfortable place.

"Alpha, are you alright?" Jason asked, crouching down-I'd smack him for that later, when I wasn't so horny and craving a certain male-so our eyes were on the same level.

"Fine," I said wearily. "More than fine. Yesterday my mate and I disappeared for twenty-four hours... And now I'm wishing it had been forty-eight."

"You have a mate?" He said incredulously. I nodded. I understood his disbelief-I was part shifter, part plain dog.

"Surprised me too. First time I saw him, I went complete she-wolf on Tyrone. Drooling and everything. I have never been so pissed at my own lack of self-control before. It was like on of those first meetings in one of those stereotypical werewolf books on the Internet." He clicked his tongue, like he was disappointed in me. Jerk. I knew he read those things. Before he'd disappeared her left a million of them bookmarked on my computer.

"Poor puppy." I kicked him in the shin, but he just grinned, grabbed me and locked me in a full-Nelson.

"Put me down!" I howled at the rogue. He did as I asked, and I whipped around, and crossed my arms as I watched him flex appreciatively, then kiss each of his bulging arm muscles. "Stop that. It's creepy." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, you grump." A familiar scent came to my nostrils.

"Are... Are they here?" He nodded, and ruffled my hair. I ignored it, to hopeful to care. "Jag is. He wanted to see you. Yuki is busy with her new mate." I flew past him, hair lifting into the air, flung open the door, and charged outside, shifting into my wolf and tearing through my clothes. The instant my paws touched ground, I put my nose to the sky and howled.