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.

and neither do you,” he put his hands on her shoulders, “So let’s help her, yea? Let’s not 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 terribly wrong. She was scared of her wolf. Not

Erica had been banking on raw Alpha strength alone. Her wolf wouldn’t hurt Cole and most likely couldn’t hurt

a few times before they put on their protective gear. Cole’s eyes glinted with all

you a fifteen second head start. His smirk was so devilish Lita almost kissed him but instead she

wins!” he cried out and

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

exchange for sexual favors because the fifteen seconds hadn’t been enough. And if she were honest, she hadn’t needed much of a push to

Tel… Eleven… Twelve…..

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 what he used to

Lets Play

Twenty… Twenty–one… Twenty–two….

and snapped out of her hiding place to the long tire tunnel. She beamed at her own smarts as she slid out of the athletic tank and stuffed it near the far side of the

wall on the far edge of the 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

didn’t matter: grass, rainclouds, dirt. Eventually all that remained was the hot, burning fall air and leaves. The scent was so much richer than she remembered. It smelled like toasted

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