Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (black books to read .txt) 📗

a chance to adjust to the fast-coming changes. It’s understandable when certain things worry you after the pack you’ve been exposed to.”

“Thank you, Councilman.” I gave Tag a quick kiss and mentally released Azyle and Percy.

“Can we not do that again?” Percy groaned as he came around, rubbing his head. “This wasn’t our idea, baby. We just want to show the Council that Taggart can lead and get you guys home with us. Our pack needs a lot of help healing and Azyle and I feel you are the right people to do it.”

“I’m sorry.” I knelt in front of him and gave him a kiss.

“You’re forgiven but only because you’re wearing my favorite outfit,” he mumbled against my lips. “I still require some TLC when we’re done.”

“Deal,” I giggled. I did the same to Azyle before moving out of the way with him. Percy and Taggart were up first. They both stripped off their shirts and kicked off their shoes for better mobility. I didn’t know how they could fight in jeans but it wasn’t me out there so whatever they wanted. Azyle wrapped an arm around me as I chewed on my nails, not wanting to watch but unable to look away.

“Go!” Tristan called out, obviously being the referee for the fight. Tag and Percy circled each other for a moment, looking for an opening. Tag was the first to strike, blocking a punch of Percy’s when the man saw Taggart was coming in. He clocked the Beta in the face and then swiped Percy’s feet out from under him.

“You still have wolfsbane in your system,” Percy grumbled as he jumped back up onto his feet. “You shouldn’t be this fast.”

“Oh, but I am,” Taggart chuckled before hitting Percy in the solar plexus with the heel of his hand. The fight went on for at least ten more minutes. Tag blocked most of Percy’s attempts, moving with the grace of a dancer. Percy, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have much experience with someone who really knew how to fight instead of just someone using anger and their fists.

“I yield,” Percy panted from the ground where he was on all fours. “Yeah, I’m so done.” He shook his head and glanced up at the Councilman on the screen. “I can yield, right? Taggart’s totally kicking my ass and well, I hurt.”

“Yes, Beta Ryan,” Councilman Stratts chuckled. “You may yield as long as you put forth true effort as you obviously did.”

“Okay, good.” Percy flopped to the ground and lay on his back. “Your turn, Azyle. Good luck, babe. You’re going to need it.”

“I saw that,” Azyle mumbled as he pulled off his shirt and toed off his shoes. “Make sure Percy’s still alive, Dewey. Taggart gave him quite a beating.”

“I did not,” Tag snickered. “A beating is throwing punches after the other person can’t fight back. Percy was holding his own.”

“Hot and kind,” Percy groaned in pain. “And a liar!”

“Hush now,” I whispered as I moved under his head so it was lying in my lap. “I can’t play nursemaid to you if you’re not going to behave.”

“Will you be my naked nursemaid after this is done?” Percy teased. I rolled my eyes at him and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. His eyes stayed closed as he rested, but I couldn’t miss the big grin on his face. “The beating was worth it just for that.”

“Charmer.” I focused on Tag and Azyle, who had already started. “Is it fair that Tag has back-to-back fights like this?”

“Baby, he kicked my ass with wolfsbane in his system. I think he’ll be just fine,” Percy bitched.

“You’re a whiney little thing when you lose,” I teased.

“Yeah, well, you already love Taggart and you’re his. We’re still trying to woo you and getting my ass handed to me in front of you isn’t the type of manly prowess I was hoping to show off.”

“Remember I was the one against this whole fighting for dominance from the beginning. This ain’t the way to turn me on. Go bench-press a car. That would get me hot,” I countered with a wink.

“Shit!” Tag growled and my head snapped up. I was just in time to see Azyle hit the ground, unconscious. “I’m sorry, my love. I was holding back so I didn’t hurt them. The punch just got away from me though when he moved.”

“You were holding back?” Percy and Councilman Stratts yelled at the same time. The Councilman sounded shocked but Percy was more along the lines of pissed.

“Well, yeah,” Tag answered sheepishly as the tips of his ears turned red. “You said I had to beat them in a fight, not wipe the ground with them. I want them to be my Betas and work as an inner circle should. Not have them resent me for life because I embarrassed them in front of a Councilman by whooping them.”

“It’s official. I have no ego left,” Percy grumbled, always the sarcastic smart-ass of the group. “Should I resign as Beta?”

“No, you had great form and were a competent fighter,” Tag praised with a smile. “I think you’d be a great Beta and enforcer. We’ll work on how you can get a little faster so you have the drop on a potential opponent.”

“And on that note,” Councilman Stratts drawled. “Tristan, the contracts should be in your e-mail. We’re going to forgo the normal claiming ceremony as previously discussed. There’s too much anger and worry in the pack for them not to return as a united front.”

“Agreed, Councilman. Thank you so much for your time and help with all of this. I think the dire pack will be much better off with their new Alpha. We’ll be here to help them in any way we can.”

“You’re definitely big enough now to fit in with them,” he replied with a wink. I stood there like a moron, completely clueless. They traded a few more witty comments before ending the conversation and Tristan closed the