Just In Time

Chapter 8- Babysitter My Furry Butt

Just In Time

Chapter 8

Noah's POV

We came face to face with... Blake's brother. I growl instantly. He better not start shit with me. I do not want to deal with him right now.

"Noah!"

"Oh jeez.. Hello Branson."

"Why the hell did you kill my brother?" Well shit on a stick.

"Because he was a dick to my mate."

"Thank you!"

"What?" I ask, very confused.

"He was a dick."

"Oh. Well.. You're welcome I guess." Well this is just getting weird as hell.

"Hey Roselyn!"

"Hi Branson!" Roselyn says and runs up to hug him.

What the hell? I start growling and Rosie looks back at me with a raised eyebrow as she lets go of him.

"Am I missing something here?" I ask.

"Oh, sorry I forgot to tell you Noah. Branson was like my best friend other than Maddy in the pack. He was the only one who was nice to me."

"Well thanks man," I say shaking his hand.

Then he puts his arm back around Roselyn. Excuse me? Does he want me to rip his freaking arm off?

"I would appreciate if you would get your arm off of my mate please," I say as calmly as possible but still growling and Roselyn rolls her eyes.

"He's cute when he's jealous," Branson whispers to Roselyn. She giggles and nods.

What the hell? This just keeps getting weirder and weirder. They see my puzzled face and start to laugh. Why is everyone being mean to me today?

"Noah, Branson is gay," she laughs.

"Oh." I say simply. Awkward.

"Don't worry Noah. I won't hit on you. I respect Roselyn too much."

"Uh... Well thanks I guess."

"Well I'm going to go. I have a hot date in an hour. Noah I do want to speak to you soon though. I was wondering if I could give you my pack. I'm not fit for Alpha and I think you would be a great leader and get them back on track." He says to me.

 "Of course. Here's my number. Call me and we will schedule a meeting."

"Good luck  on your date Branson!" Roselyn says to him.

"Thanks Sugar Plum!" He says as he walks off.

"Noah! Stop being so jealous! Seriously! I don't want anyone else but you!" Roselyn glares at me after Branson walks off.

"Sorry, Buttercup. It's just wolf instincts and it's worse because I'm an Alpha. You will have to learn to get used to it babe."

"Well try to tune those instincts down."

"I'll try. Now do you want to get some food?"

"Hell yes!"

"Calm down Buttercup! It's just food."

"Well I'm eating for five! Don't expect me not to be hungry..."

"Kidding Rosie, kidding."

We shop around for a while, getting the necessities. We also get whatever Roselyn is craving. Damn. Her cravings are weird. She wanted ice cream and pickles. Then, she wanted peanut butter and slim jims. She had all kinds of these weird combinations.