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Ramos

Reading the message my friend Rodrick of Canine Sun sent, I can’t help but be happy for him. He was unfortunate enough to be mated to a she-wolf who could not produce pups and had faced hardships trying to conceive. Now that Amelia and her pack had slain two of his wolves, he could claim their little pup as his own and use her to one day gain an alliance with another pack.

Maybe, just maybe, I can convince him to pair his soon-to-be adopted daughter with a pup of mine once Marilyn has healed from giving birth to this one.

“Ramos?”

I look up to see my mate walking into my office wearing a deep red gown with a slit up the left side.

“Our guests for the night will be here in ten minutes. We should be ready to greet them,” she says, making her way to my desk.

Her hips sway with each step she takes, and I find myself growing harder by the second. Goddess, I want to sink my cock deep inside her so badly, but alas, I can’t. I’m hosting a party tonight for those helping me with my war efforts against Ivory Fangs. Only Rodrick and Stella will be missing, busy making arrangements for their soon-to-be daughter.

“How long do we have to entertain these wolves?” I ask, getting up from my chair and walking around the desk to pull Marilyn into my arms.

“The party will last for four hours. Maybe three,” she giggles, pressing closer to me. Every soft curve of hers has grown bigger due to my pup inside her. Her already perky breasts strain against the dress, just waiting to be released and suckled on by me. If it weren’t for this blasted party, she would already be on her back, legs wrapped around my waist.

“Be prepared to stay up later then,” I tease, sliding my left hand along her body towards her breast. Her breath hitches when my fingers slip past the neckline, pinching her perky nipples. I smirk when her head rolls back, eyes closing while I tease her.

“P-please,” she stammers, hands on my wrist, stopping me from teasing her any further. “I don’t want the others to smell my arousal.” Her voice is slightly husky, and for a moment, I want to say fuck the party and bend her over my desk.

Instead, I restrain myself and slowly pull my fingers from her dress. Marilyn looks relieved as she rearranges her dress once more before she wraps her arms around mine and playfully tugs me towards the door.

“Let’s go greet our guests now before we appear rude, Ramos. After all, they’re helping us take down that bitch Amelia and her cunt of a beta, Kaylee,” she says cheerfully. I smile, allowing her to pull me alongside her, indulging her childish mood.

“Don’t forget about that ingrate, Lucas. I can’t wait to have their severed heads in front of me,” I add, the two of us carefully descending the stairs.

It only takes a few minutes until we’re standing in the foyer, the doors to the packhouse opening before us. Elegantly dressed wolves walk in, and I step forward to shake the men’s hands, their power radiating off them and filling the room.

“Alpha Ried of Snarling Claws,” the first man introduces himself, his eyes turning to rove Marilyn’s body as she rubs her cheeks with his Luna. “Congratulations on your mateship and the new heir,” he adds, returning his gaze to me.

I thank him, taking note of the four wolves who follow behind him and his mate as they’re led away to the function room. Music can be heard floating down the hall towards us, and I suppress a sigh of relief. It seems this night is going well so far.

“Leonard,” I greet the next alpha, happy to see an old friend of mine. Alpha Leonard of Fanged Growl smiles at me, the man giving me a bear hug before turning to greet Marilyn.

“It’s so good to see you, old friend,” he says in his thick Scottish accent. “I’m so glad you and your lovely Luna invited us to your pack for a pre-war celebration,” he continues, pulling a stunning she-wolf into his arms.

I assume this woman is his newest plaything from how she blushes and the fresh mark on her neck. A little nobody Leonard will keep until she, too, pops out a pup before he discards her.

“I’m glad you can be here,” I state, motioning for an omega who fits Leonard’s physical tastes to take him and his new plaything to the function room. Come morning, he will have fucked that omega, and I’ll gladly give her away to appease my old friend.

[Remind me never to mate our pups to his,] Marilyn sends through our link while she nuzzles a greeting to the next Luna.

[I won’t. Why do you think I have that omega escorting him?] I reply, watching my mate suppress a snort of laughter by playing it off as a cough. Thankfully, Leonard did not come with an entourage. I can barely handle the philandering ways of my old friend. If he’d brought a group of men like him here, I’m positive my pack would run out of she-wolves by tomorrow morning when everyone leaves.

“Alpha Ramos,” the final man calls out, his brooding emerald eyes watching me from the corner. This man is an enigma. A wolf whom Leonard had vouched for who would help us in conquering Ivory Fangs. Initially, I’d been skeptical of him, but I quickly welcomed him into the plan when I learned how brilliant he was with warfare strategies.

“Alpha Nox of Night Moon,” I greet, curious to see if he has brought a few guests.

“Just me and my beta, Alpha Ramos. We’re both mateless and were hoping to find one here tonight,” Alpha Nox states, reaching out and shaking my hand.

I nod, welcoming him into my pack and telling him that he and his beta can search and see if they scent their mates. After thanking me, Marilyn and I lead him and his beta, Ryan, toward the function room.

The party was already in full swing—my guests had quickly found the alcohol. Today is a day to celebrate, as Rodrick had earlier sent us valuable information from his spies, including the patrol schedule and routes to Ivory Fangs.

Of course, I take note of the she-wolves Marilyn calls her friends, especially Pearl. Today, the she-wolf wore a low-cut minidress, her breasts practically spilling out. One swift tug and a male will be able to have his way with those two mounds, and part of me believes that will happen.

[Care to explain what Pearl is doing?] I ask, kissing Marilyn’s head as Alpha Nox approaches Alpha Ried.

[Trying to bag an alpha. Think we can push Leonard her way?] Marilyn answers, giving me a sly smile. I chuckle, wondering just what sort of whore my mate calls her friend, but then I pause. Sending Pearl to Leonard’s bed is better than sending him an omega. Not only is she a strong she-wolf, but her body is one I’d happily fucked before Marilyn and I got together. Getting rid of her before Marilyn finds out and causes any drama will be a blessing for me.

[I’ll talk to Leonard. You bring Pearl over to us in a moment,] I order, looking down at the she-wolf in my arms. Marilyn nods, slipping out of my grasp. I watch her sashay to her friend and admire the body that is all mine to fuck before I turn to find my friend. Tonight will be a good night—from getting to know my allies better to getting rid of the thorn in my side known as Pearl. Once Leonard is done with her, she’ll be nothing but a dead body. By then, I will have killed the other problems in my life and provided a clear succession path for the pup inside Marilyn.