Author's Note: A warning that this chapter has some smutty mentions in its first half, but no sex. I don't know why I'm warning you about that, but there you go. Secondly, it is my hope that this story will end on or before Chapter 100. So strap yourselves in, folks, we are headed for some major turbulence along the way!
Already annoyed, he thrust the glass door open, stomped out onto his deck, and met his brother's shit-eating grin. "Well good morning, sunshine," the Beta practically giggled. "Don't you look thrilled to be alive today!"
Chris made a noise deep in his throat, tugged out a chair, and tossed himself down roughly. "Why are you so fucking rosy?"
"I, sir, got laid last night," Ryan smirked. "So much laid!"
"I'm surprised you could still get it up with all the shit you were drinking yesterday." His brother groaned and began massaging his temples in disgust as he thought about the shit-show of a morning that he'd just had.
The Beta shoved a sweaty bottle of water in the other man's direction and continued to brag. "Well, old man, getting it up is not a problem for us youngins. It's you old farts that tend to have those issues."
Chris took a lengthy chug from the plastic bottle, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he drank. "I repeat," he swallowed as he set the water aside, "what is with you lately? You're on crack or something. Is Rain pregnant again, is that what this is? Are you here to brag about your fertile prowess or some shit? Because honestly, Ry, with the night and morning I've had I'm not sure I can take much more right now."
Steepling his fingers and grinning stupidly, his brother leaned forward. "Not to sound like a hen, but do tell. Does this have anything to do with the fact that Ophelia disappeared yesterday? Does trouble reign in paradise once more?"
The Alpha grabbed an abandoned pair of sunglasses that were luckily lounging on the table, and donned them with a frown. "Look, it's a long story. Let's just say that I am exhausted from fucking two very horny she-wolves all night long. No complaints there, especially from my cock. Unfortunately, this morning I woke up to two very moody she-wolves, one of whom did not want to get the fuck out of my bed and go home. Apparently I was a bit rude, and my mate bit my fucking head off for it—that is before she disappeared to go watch Scooby Doo."
Ryan's brown eyes danced with mirth. "Ah, the sweet consequences of kinky fuckery." He paused, placed his chin down onto his hands, and his grin widened. "What do you think our brother is going to say when he finds out that you fucked his mate? I almost want to be there to witness this. Almost."
The Alpha shrugged. "This is Crimson we're talking about—she's fucking half the pack. More than likely he's doing the very same thing."
"Well, she is not fucking me," the Beta objected mightily. "And she never will be."
Almost as if their very words had conjured her into being, the lithe she came prancing up onto the deck wearing a miniscule neon green fishnet dress with nothing beneath it. She was quick to toss herself down into the empty seat between the brothers, angling her body towards the Beta. "Good morning, Beta Sitkowski," she purred. In a dramatic show, she leaned her shoulders back against the patio chair and thrust her chest outward. Her pink nipples poked out of the large holes in the fishnet, already standing proud and lapping up the morning's sunshine.
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