The Pack Slut

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Mirren climbed into the drivers seat and we pulled out of the large, stone decorated driveway.

"Are you cool to drive?" I asked her slightly concerned. "I could drive us."

"I barely even smoked," she said, eyes trained on the road. For wolves, it took a lot more to get high or drunk. I trusted her too. "Plus you wouldn't know how to get home."

"So what was up with that Devin guy?"

"My ex."

"You want to talk about it?"

"I want to get sour candy."

"Okay," I laughed at her seriousness. "There's got to be a gas station near somewhere." And sure enough there was one just a couple of blocks down.

After stopping inside the dimly lit, musky smelling gas station and picking out 4 bags of sour patch kids, we were on our way back to the pack house. The drive was about 15 minutes from the gas station and maybe 20 minutes all together from the party house.

Mirren interlocked our arms together as we made our way to the front door of the extremely large pack house. "Hopefully no ones awake," she said as we climbed up the steps.

"A pack full of werewolves? Someone's bound to be awake. They might even wake up when we open the door. Plus I'm assuming that there are people on patrol who have acknowledged our being, since we did enter through the north wing." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Logically speaking, if the patrols are loyal to their alpha, which they are, he should be alerted by now that we're here." I un-furrowed. "Fuck."

She stopped and looked at me. "When the fuck did you turn into such a nerd?"

I laughed slightly. "I prefer the term genius."

Mirren softly opened the door as if to not wake up the hundreds of wolves sleeping in the building. "Maybe we're clear?"

"No, you're really not," Jax's loud, deep voice rang from behind us. His hair was messy and his eyes looked tired. "What the hell, Mirren?"

"What?" She asked closing the door behind us, and leaning against it.

"Who said you were allowed to kidnap her?"

"Kidnap me? Why does she get all the credit? Perhaps I kidnaped her!" I retorted back with a fake seriousness.

"This isn't a joke, Eve," Jax said sternly.

"Okay, fine," I said, since Jax didn't seem like he was anywhere near being humorous. "But she didn't kidnap me."

"It's a damn kidnapping when I say she can't take you, and she goes on with it," Alpha Kal's loud, roaring voice rang through the house, as he stepped into the entry room, silencing my back and forth with Jax.

He looked tired, and angry and...embarrassingly good.

"I just don't see how you're able to make decisions on behalf of me, Alpha," I spoke with venom as he neared us.

His eyes flickered with something dark, he was not happy. He was angry that we snuck out. His wolf was angry that I called him Alpha.

"Clearly, I have to since you're not able to make good ones on your own," he growled with a tight jaw.

"No one is telling you to do anything for me!" I cried out. "In fact it's you telling me to leave you the fuck alone, so why can't you do the same for me?"