Vinny stood before them in a plaid button-down shirt beneath a burgundy sweater vest, his dark hair slicked back, and his arm extended in such a way that Isolde had her petite hand tucked into its large crook. He sauntered into the room with the stunning beauty at his side and smiled like the cat that ate the fucking canary.
He gestured to one of the two chairs in the office, and Isolde elegantly took the offered seat whilst tucking her yellow silk skirt beneath her. She smiled her brilliant white smile up at the Alpha and watched as her mate took the spot beside her, then clutched her hand lovingly.
"Vincenzo, Isolde," the Alpha greeted the pair with a yawn. "To what do I owe this honor?"
"We have wonderful news," Isolde smiled triumphantly.
Far beyond amused by this entire affair, but still exhausted, the Beta snorted. "Vinny, what the fuck are you wearing, man?"
Vinny wiped self-consciously at his sweater vest and smiled brightly. "My woman likes me in cologne."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Isn't that a line from Wayne's World?"
"Wayne's World 2, actually," Vinny corrected. He over-enunciated the "w," making it sound like "Whayne's Whorld" and making his statement even more ridiculous.
Isolde nodded her pretty little head. "It's one of his favorite picture stories."
"Movies, my dear," Vinny corrected her, patting the top of her hand.
Chris held his hands out in an inviting welcome and grinned. "So, what is the good news that you have come to share with Ryan and I?"
Isolde glanced over her shoulder at the Beta and smiled sweetly. "We will no longer need your seed." Then she turned toward the Alpha. "Or yours."
Ryan tried to look disappointed, but he couldn't help laughing. "I am just distraught to hear this news development. Oh wait, I didn't offer it in the first place!"
Chris silenced him with a hand raised in his direction. "Wonderful news," he chided the young she-wolf. Especially considering his most recent deposit of said genetic material was currently crusted all over his blankets and he had yet to wash them. Such a prim and proper little wolf would no doubt be absolutely horrified with his slovenly behavior, but the thought still made him smirk deviously.
"Well, aren't you going to ask why not?" Isolde baited him. She sat up straighter in her chair, crossing her lithe legs slowly, seductively and then placing Vinny's hand way too high up on her thigh. "Surely you wish to hear our news?"
Vinny's grin widened at this. "Do tell them, dear. Stop playing your anticipatory games."
"Since when does he know six syllable words?" Ryan's brown eyes widened at this exchange.
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
