Damn Alpha Chase

“Yep.”I nodded. “From what I’ve gathered, he’s got zero interest in anything to do with all of this.” I gestured to my body.

“That’s weird.” Daryl headed up the stairs. Rather than following him and staring at his ass while Ricco growled at me, I leaned up against the couch, scratching the wolf’s head while I waited for the other guy to return.

He came back down the stairs empty-handed, but still frowning. “He’s been having a rough time, but I wouldn’t have thought he’d go this far.”

I shrugged, eyes on the wolf as Daryl grabbed another, larger box without a problem. “Doesn’t seem like a stretch to think he’d want to just be friends with his mate.”

Daryl shook his head as he started back up the stairs. “You don’t understand,” he told me, then disappeared for a moment. He continued as he came back down. “A werewolf waits for his mate in every way. He physically cannot be with anyone else. There’s not a wolf in this entire town that hopes for friendship. Ricco sure as hell doesn’t. Or at least, he didn’t…” Daryl’s forehead remained wrinkled as he headed back up with the next box. I couldn’t believe the asshole still wasn’t sweating; I panted like mad when I reached the top of the stairs every friggin’ time.

“I’ll see what Anton knows, and tell you,” he said, when he came back down.

“You can just ask the wolf,” I told him with a shrug. “He’s the one who told me the spare bed was for me, so somehow, he must know dude-Ricco’s secrets.”

“The wolf sees through Ricco’s eyes when Ricco’s in human form, just like the man does when the wolf’s in control.” Daryl disappeared back up the stairs as I dropped my shocked gaze back to the wolf.

“You lied to me,” I told him.

He flashed me a feral grin.

“Bastard,” I swore, withdrawing my fingers from his fur and pushing his head away from me while my face burned.

I’d stripped in front of the wolf after he told me the human wasn’t home. That meant hottie-Ricco had seen my tits, since my bra did absolutely nothing to hide them. He’d probably seen my bare ass and the matching sheer panties I’d had on too, which meant the damned human had pretty much seen me naked.

“Dammit, bastard!” I huffed at the wolf, pushing his face away again when he leaned in with an apologetic whine. “What the hell is wrong with you? I let you lick my damned legs so many times, the least that should guarantee me is the freakin’ truth.”

“What did he do?” Daryl checked.

“Told me the human couldn’t see through his eyes,” I huffed. “I stripped in front of him.”

Daryl grimaced. “Can’t say I’m surprised. If Ricco’s decided he doesn’t want anything to do with his mate physically, the wolf was probably hoping that seeing you naked might help.”

“Why would it?” I asked, incredulously.

Daryl ducked up the stairs again, wiping his hands on his sweats when he came back down. “I’m not going to give you all of my thoughts on the subject, to avoid getting attacked by the wolf, but basically, a werewolf’s draw to his mate is pretty much irresistible. You’ll be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, you’ll smell so good to him that he’ll have a hard time stopping himself from licking every damn inch of you, you’ll be everything he never realized he wants.”

He disappeared back up the stairs with another box while I glanced down at the wolf I’d pushed away.

He licked my arm with a grin, as if agreeing with everything Daryl said.

“Besides that, if I were to walk into a room of women and pick out one that I thought Ricco would like, I’d pick you,” the man said bluntly. “You’re small and witty, unique, and chill. Ricco would hate to deal with someone as high-maintenance as Tadhg or Eiry for the long haul, but he needs someone who’s got enough fire to set him straight when he takes a joke too far. Seems like that could be you.” Daryl took yet another piece of furniture up, still not sweating.

My eyebrows lifted. “Thanks, I think.”

“It was a compliment,” Daryl called out behind himself. “As much of a compliment as I can give you without pissing off the wolf.”

I snorted, glancing back at the wolf, whose head was now resting on my lap.

“So what’s he like?” I asked Daryl, as he came back down. “Ricco the guy, I mean.”

Daryl’s expression grew contemplative. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

Hadn’t he just been talking about the guy like they were friends?

“Ricco recently lost his brother. I won’t give you the details, but in the months since, he’s changed. I’m not comfortable setting you up to expect him to act one way when I’m not sure how much of the change is because of that loss and whether or not it’s permanent,” Daryl explained, grabbing another box.

My gaze lingered on the wolf, my expression falling a bit. “I’m sorry,” I told him.

“The wolf doesn’t consider his brother gone, really, which is probably why he was telling you what Ricco has planned and doesn’t agree with it. The way Ricco’s brother was lost has soured him toward the concept of mates, I’d imagine, though Ricco hasn’t confided in me.”

He went back up the stairs yet again.

“Hmm.” I stared at the wolf. He licked my arm. “Well, you definitely like me,” I told the wolf.

He stuck his tongue out and gave me a goofy grin, which made me snort.

“He seems to at least have decided that he wants me to live in his house,” I remarked, gesturing toward a box as Daryl grabbed it up off the pile and hauled it toward the stairs. It was the second massive dresser, and there was no way Ricco himself would need more than one of them.

“You won’t have a choice, during the chase. I’m not sure why he thinks this is a good idea,” Daryl remarked. He was finally sweating, hallelujah. I was starting to worry the asshole had super-strength or was impervious to exercise or some other crazy shit. “Your wolf will force you to stay close enough to him that you can see him at all times.”

My eyebrows lifted in horror. “What if I need to pee?”

He shrugged. “Some wolves are fine with that much separation. Others aren’t.”

Dammit.

Something told me my wolf would be the obnoxiously-difficult kind who wouldn’t even let me walk away from hottie-Ricco long enough to take a piss.

“Well that sucks,” I muttered.

The wolf licked my arm again, as if telling me it would be okay.

With a sigh, I forgave him for lying to me and scratched him behind his ears. “Don’t lie to me again,” I warned him. “Or I’ll make you sleep on the floor, and we both know you’ll want to jump in my bed.”

The wolf huffed in annoyance, but nodded his head before resting it back down on my leg.

At least that was settled.

“Alright, last box,” Daryl announced, as he grabbed the final one. It was the second headboard. “You’re not planning to put all this stuff together on your own, are you?” he checked, glancing over his shoulder at me as he walked.

“Uh…” I trailed off, not wanting to admit that I definitely was.

“Do you know how to use an impact driver?” he asked me.

“The better question is, do I know what an impact driver is,” I muttered to the wolf. “And the answer is a big fat ‘no’.”

The wolf snorted.

“I heard that,” Daryl said with a grin, as he headed back down the stairs. “I’ll text Anton and Zeder.”

“You don’t need to,” I protested.

“We can get everything done in a couple of hours. It would take you a week on your own without any tools other than what the stores throw in the boxes,” he countered.

I grimaced, still not wanting to agree.

Since I had absolutely nothing on my schedule, it wasn’t like I was in a hurry. But there were always things I could do with my music, and I needed to apply for jobs, and…

Fine, I didn’t want to spend the next week building shit. It would probably end up wobbly or lopsided if I did it myself, anyway.

“You can stay down here while we work upstairs if you want,” Daryl added, as if realizing that I mostly just didn’t want to have to socialize. “I understand not wanting to be overwhelmed, but Zeder’s pretty mellow. Anton adapts to the room, so he won’t be a pain either. Jason and Astrid are probably the loudest, especially when they’re together. And they’re always together.”

“I got that feeling,” I agreed, digging my fingers further into wolf-Ricco’s fur as I fought anxiety. The wolf snuggled up closer, and strangely enough, it worked to calm me down a bit. “Alright, you can text them. Or I can just go knock on their doors, I guess. If they’re busy, that’s okay, I don’t want to—”

Daryl already had his phone out and was typing on the screen, so I cut myself off.

“Don’t worry about inconveniencing us,” he told me, flashing me a small grin. “We’ve got nothing going on, and it’s good to see Ricco with you while he’s trapped in his wolf form. The other girls didn’t really let us around them while their guys were hunting, and we’re curious.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip. “Then you’re welcome, I guess?”

Daryl chuckled. “I’ve got to go grab my tools, but I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Alright.” I didn’t really want him to leave—I was actually starting to like the gorgeous skyscraper, surprisingly enough. Not romantically, obviously, since we’d just met and he was waiting for his mate for—

Wait, he’d said werewolves waited for their mates?

“Are you a virgin?” I blurted out, then groaned, “Shit.”

Daryl laughed, and Ricco snarled, shoving his furry self over most of my body as if he was going to physically prevent me from jumping his friend.

“I wasn’t trying to flirt,” I said quickly. “I just meant—dammit, this is weird.”

“It’s not weird.” He flashed me a grin, much bigger than any he’d given me before. “All werewolves are virgins until we meet our mates. A werewolf’s mate will be his first, and his only. So yes, Ricco’s a virgin.”

My face was on freakin’ fire. “What about the girls? Are they usually supposed to be, like, experienced?”

His grin didn’t budge. “It doesn’t matter to us. Most guys would want to murder any asshole who’s been with his girl, but it doesn’t change anything for a werewolf. If you’ve slept around, it won’t matter to Ricco. Unless you bring your exes around—then he might eat them.”

I snorted. “I haven’t touched any guys, remember?”

“In five years,” Daryl pointed out. “I don’t know how old you are; that doesn’t mean you’ve never touched anyone, ever.”

Ricco snarled even more furiously, and I patted his head in condolence.

A knock at the door distracted both me and Daryl. I tensed as I waited for it to unlock and open, but it didn’t.

Daryl followed my line of sight to the lock. “Are you comfortable with us having keys?” he asked.

The question relaxed me, honestly.

“Not really,” I admitted, as Daryl headed over to the door and undid the lock.

“We’ll have everyone bring them over and leave them under the mat. We handed them out as a convenience thing; not to cause stress.” He tugged the door open.

Anton stepped inside with a grin and a drill-thing that I assumed was Daryl’s impact driver. “Hey, Leidy. Thanks for letting us come help.”

He was thanking me for asking for help?

Damn, what kind of world had I walked into?

“You’re welcome?”

He chuckled, and Daryl stepped past him. As he went, Daryl asked, “Can you tell everyone to drop their keys to this place under the mat sometime tomorrow? Leidy wants some privacy.”

“Sure.” Anton leaned up against the couch, pulling his phone from his pocket.

He was just as gorgeous as the rest of them, but after talking to Daryl for so long, I was a lot less intimidated by him.

“Thanks,” I told them both, shooting Daryl a grateful look as he left.

“No problem,” Anton replied for both of them. “We want you to be comfortable here, since you got dragged into this mess.” His fingers moved over the screen on his phone for another moment, and then he put it back in his pocket. “The furniture is upstairs?” he checked.

I nodded.

“Any rooms you want us to stay out of?”

The question surprised me, but in a good way.

They would respect it if I didn’t want them going into one of the rooms, and that was a big deal. Especially considering that I hadn’t wanted anyone upstairs at all a few hours earlier.

“No. Just don’t touch Ricco’s bed, maybe?”

It was stupid, but I didn’t want them to screw up his scent on the blankets.

“Sure.” Anton didn’t so much as bat an eye at the request, which made me feel a lot better.