The Alpha's Other Woman by Vielle Nye (read a book .txt) 📗

In our short time, I had discovered she was capable and practical, but she had a habit of wallowing in her concerns until she tried to make extreme decisions I didn't like, such as her attempted rejection. Damn, it was a good thing that I could move faster in panic than her tongue could angry.

It wasn't her fault she was like that. She saw problems and charged ahead to the most expedient solution—most of the time.

I smiled at her.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously back at me. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb to vex her.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

I shrugged. "You make me happy."

Another scowl, as if I wasn't to be believed. "Uh huh."

"I don't know why you're so suspicious, babe. Look at this face."

"Exactly. You look like you're doing something wrong."

"Oh, I'm always doing something wrong,” I drawled.

Her smile peeked out and my smile grew. She had been trying so hard to be disagreeable, but I could make her drop the act with only a few words. "That I believe." Her smiled became more cocky and I kissed her. The low sound she made only encouraged me, but I regretfully pulled away. Being the alpha of the pack was inconvenient most of the time. The original pack members had insisted I would be the best fit, but maybe I just looked like the biggest sucker of the group in retrospect.

"I should go and find out what has built up while we were busy. Are you up to it or do you need another day to rest?"

She paused. "A shower, and then I'll come with you."

I helped her up, and then followed her for a shower.