In the Alpha’s Arms

Stack Attack

Lita expected a lot of things to be strange about a congregation of wolves but at the penthouse suite of the hotel, it was just like any other bar & club combo she’d ever seen. The whole floor of the hotel had been renovated to open up the space. It accommodated a dance floor, two large bars on either wing of the room, several gambling stations and pool tables, and a lounge area that savored every square inch of the wall to wall windows that looked out over the city.

“Damn this is beautiful,” Lita marveled, awestruck.

“It ain’t the only thing.” Ace wiggled his brow playfully, tugging her along into the crowd until they reached the bar.

Heyppy y Vinnie!! Donnie!” Ace exchanged body shots and insults with two men posted up at the bar. They were attractive and definitely built but neither of them looked nearly as dangerous as Cole of Ace. She assumed they were a lower weight class.

““Hey man, how you doing? Who’s the brick house? The man named Vinnie cypd her hungrily.

“Hell yea, total stack attack, the one named Donnie agreed, showing all his teeth.

“DONT even think about it, Vin,” Ace warned, his eyes losing all the carefree life they’d had a moment ago, “You either Don! This is Lita and she’s here with me. Hands of£,”

as a goodbye before heading off to another part of the

whispered as soon as

Fully stacked, you know?” When Lita made no signs of understanding he laughed, running a calloused thumb along her jaw, “Body built by the gods? Something us mere mortal men could only ever dream of? Unless you’re that lucky bastard, Cole, that is. He enjoyed her red

“Oh,” was a

she could manage, struggling to

sucking at your damn pasta, he eyed her evilly, watching

of a sudden and she desperately needed some air, grab me a rum and coke? I’m

Can

you

had in that half minute with Ace. She missed it. She fucking missed being in tune

few people on her way out into the night air and breathed deeply When was the last time she felt so alive? That deep well of sadness ached a but as she wished her brother were here to experience it all with her but, in the end she couldn’t let it dampen her night. She smiled into the breeze, chilly but

on the guardrail, I feel it too, you know, how easily it could stop being a game between us? I won’t push it again… His throat worked as he turned to watch the

drink and leaning her face into the breeze as it

voice was low, not quite angry