In the Alpha’s Arms

Let’s Play

*We’re paint–balling?!” Lita squealed. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the outside world until Cole dragged her out of the house. Her lighter mood lifted once more to enjoy the love she felt for her mate. The smell of paint mixed with the scent of the trees made her nostrils flare.

The paintball area was large, bins and false walls covered in splotches everywhere. The chaos of it was exciting. Hay bales, mesh and chicken wire, pits dug in the ground like real old school battlegrounds. Where would she hide? Already Lita’s mind began to plan her strategy, to find the joy and danger in this game.

She had never been paint–balling but it was something she always wanted to try. The forest surrounding the battleground set up was calm, full of thick tree trunks and dense overgrowth. She supposed it was meant to act as a barrier for sound and for people. Lita looked at Cole, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“We are,” he stilled a laugh, But…there’s a twist. Cocking an eyebrow, Lita hesitated at the table of guns just as her hand had reached out to graze

“I bought this place out for the whole night so…first you and I are going to play,” she didn’t miss the heated dual meaning to his words, and then… you’re going to let your wolf out,” Cole cringed, knowing how sensitive Lita was about letting her wolf out. Ever since she’d found out what she’d done at the tournament, she hadn’t wanted to shift at all. The thought alone terrified her. He braced himself for the anger, her temper so quick and unruly these days, but none came.

“No I–1, you know I can’t Cole, Lita’s chest started moving faster. It wasn’t anger that consumed her. It was fear.

“Listen, calm down. It’s only you and me here. No pack. No one else. Your well won’t hurt me, babe, and you’ve got to let her out. Otherwise shell stay rabid.“When Lita looked away he continued, “Just for a second imagine what it’s been like for her, trapped deep down in your subconscious. No one to talk to. No one to interact with. No release. Of course she went a little crazy when she finally got out.”

Cole had already explained how wolves went rabid. Too much time locked inside a person’s body, not enough freedom or interaction. It sounded bad. Especially if she’d had a wolf all along. If her wolf had endured years of isolation, the damage was probably irreparable. There was probably nothing that could be done to improve her state. But Lita had to try right? Cole tilted her chin.

put her back in a cage. You’re not cruel enough for that, love,” Lita was terrified. There were a lot of ways this could go

Lita admitted, Cole was far stronger than Erica had been. He could actually fight. He was in sync with his wolf whereas Erica had been banking on raw Alpha strength alone. Her wolf wouldn’t hurt Cole and most likely couldn’t

their protective gear. Cole’s eyes glinted with

smirk was so devilish Lita almost kissed him but instead she darted into

out and she

row and though it only took one tag of paint to win, he’d still shot a few extra for good measure, Lita growled, stalking the maze of objects for the fourth time in a row looking for a way to outdo his heightened senses. She realized almost immediately how outmatched they were because he could spent her out anywhere whereas she was still struggling to use her nose effectively. Lita’s senses were easily distracted, a sniff of point, the scent of the trees, a rabbit rustling nearby, the impending storm dampening the clouds with moisture, her own heavy breaths covering any small

thirty, a demand shed wagered in exchange for sexual favors because the

Tel… Eleven… Twelve…..

to distract him, to manipulate those sharpened senses. She peered around the wall, looking for something, anything to use. Hot, and frustrated, she peeled off the athletic jacket she’d been wearing. Her own scent filled her. Her scept. It was most of

Lets Play

Twenty… Twenty–one… Twenty–two….

beamed at her own smarts as she slid out of the athletic tank and stuffed it near the far side of the tunnel. Lita tugged off her leggings, stuffing into the maze–like rows of metal

battleground, waiting for his count to end. She’d have to be smart, wait for the signs that he was near any of her objects, drawn into her trap. His footsteps were always soundless, even in heavy tennis so she’d need to focus on another way to detect him. Smell could work, if she ignored all the

willing her nose to peel away the fragrances that didn’t matter: grass, rainclouds, dirt. Eventually all that remained

understood what they were really doing the second she’d really latched onto his scent. Sure, it was fun, incredibly fun and she hadn’t laughed quite so much this last few hours than she had in years maybe but Cole was also doing this to push her to test her new senses. She needed to learn