Page 280 of Alpha Mates

He scowls. I shrug harder.

With a glare, he shoves at my chest, and I stifle a curse as I stand up.

“If you don’t go soon, you’ll have hundreds of wolves on your ass any minute now.”

I don’twantto threaten a witch I barely know, but right now, I’m more afraid of Julian’s wrath than hers.

Katerina laughs. “I’m not dumb enough to come here without masking my scent from you weirdos with your little scent fetish.”

I have to bite back a snicker as Julian pushes to his feet.

There’s two alphas at her back, but Katerina pays us no mind as she climbs onto the edge of the roof, throws her legs over, and stares out at the pack.

“You’re just going to … stay,” I deadpan as I draw closer. I move slowly so that I don’t spook the lunatic.

“The view’s nice. And you owe me for what you just forced me to witness,” she snipes, side-eyeing Julian, who blushes even deeper if that’s possible.

“So, I’m guessing that since you’re still lurking in the area, that you haven’t killed your coven yet,” I say.

Julian blinks. “You were going to kill your—”

“Not yet,” she reports with a huge shit-eating grin. “I’m at a solid ninety-five per cent. A couple more days and I’ll be good to go.”

“Lucky,” I mumble. I don’t want to kill everyone I know, but taking out a shit ton of witches sounds like lots of fun to me. She cackles.

“Are you two friends?” Julian asks, making us both freeze before we turn to him.

“Goddess, no!” I spit.

“That’s disgusting!” Katerina exclaims with a full-body shudder.

“She’s a witch, babe,” I remind.

“And he turns into a slobbering beast when the moon comes up,” she quips, snickering until we both growl at her. “Fuck. Tough crowd,” she mutters. “Anyway—kids!”

Julian tenses so hard I swear I hear a vertebra snap. “How did you even—”

“I hear everything after you call for me,” she explains before he can finish. “So, you want to get knocked up, Julian? I must admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

Julian blanches. “No! I don’t!” he practically shouts. “I do not! That’s not even—I never—” He turns on his heel and all but runs for the elevator, making his escape while I’m left alone with the maniac.

“That was adorable,” she coos, rocking back and forth on the roof’s edge like one strong gust won’t kill her.

I glare at her.

“OhGods,” she groans the moment she notices. “I’m not trying to bang your man, so lose the look.” She rolls her eyes. “You werewolves are soemotional.”

“We’re mates,” I deadpan, easing down beside her, but I don’t test death as brazenly. “Don’t witches have some kind of mate situation too?”

Katerina groans low in her throat before casually tossing herself off the edge. My heart lurches and a shout almost slips free as I watch the witch plummet, only for her to stop short. Giggling, she floats back up, unbothered, like she isn’t hanging over thin air.

“You see that?” she says, still breathless with laughter. “That’s what the thought of a linker makes me want to do.”

“I should’ve gone with Julian.”

“Too late now,” she retorts, blinking impishly at me. “You wanna join me?”

“No,” I say before she can get any ideas.