Page 69 of Hunting the Alpha
ChapterTwenty-Four
DONOVAN
“Will you sit down,” I snapped at Kyran before biting into my next slice of pizza. My friend drove me crazy with his incessant pacing. Especially when my damn wolf rode close to the edge.
“Did you see how she was dressed?” Kyran ranted. “Going down there among those horny bastards. And Oscar,” he scoffed. “He’s been making googly eyes at Grace lately. I should kick his ass for that alone.”
“And why do you care?” I demanded. “You’re acting like—”
“Like what?”
“Like her mate.”
“Take it back,” Kyran growled.
“No.”
Harrison looked up from the TV. “If you two don’t shut up and go to your women, then I’ll turn wolf and bite both of you.”
“Let’s go,” Kyran said, heading for the door.
I threw my pizza down. “I’ll drive.”
“Wait,” Harrison sighed, dragging his eyes away from the TV. “Don’t go yet. Give it at least an hour before you go barraging in. Let them have their fun. If you push too hard, they’ll push back. Control the wolf and sit your asses down.”
“You said before that tomorrow might never come,” I snapped, the thought of another man’s hands on Savannah pecking at my brain—those full breasts of hers waiting to be touched. My wolf howled in my mind:Get to Savannah!Get to our mate!
“I meant the bigger picture, you idiot,” Harrison drawled. “I was talking about telling her the deal. Let her know how hard it is to be around her with the mate magic growing by the second.” To Kyran, he said, “And you. I don’t know what your deal is with Grace but she’s your friend, not your property. And if you keep going on as you are, you won’t have her as that either.”
Kyran scowled but returned to his seat.
“Give it one hour,” Harrison told us. “Then go down there. Compromise is key. Got it?”
Neither of us said anything.
He muttered, “You’re acting like two new pups, the pair of you. You’re both grown men, alphas no less. Get it together.”
“Fine,” I snapped.
“Okay,” Kyran bit out.
Harrison smiled for the first time in an age. It was good to know our suffering benefitted someone. “How about we play some cards? Get your mind off it? Let me win money from the two of you while you’re both acting like a pair of besotted fools.”
“I’m not besotted,” Kyran snapped.
“I am,” I replied. “I’ll go get the cards.”
Even playing poker didn’t help the hour go by quicker. It dragged by, and me and Kyran grew more agitated by the second. Neither of us helped each other as we got lost in our imaginations of what-ifs. But at least we hung it out, doing the compromising shit Harrison blathered on about.
The hour ticked by. Kyran checked his watch for the sixth time, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door. I, at least, had the patience to give Harrison the finger when he snickered something about enjoying seeing us strung up by the balls.
Entering the bar, we made a beeline for the pool table where Grace and Savannah played pool with the rampant pups, Sam and Oscar. A few others lingered around them, laughing and joking.
It fucked me off how close Sam was to Savannah, but her body language comforted me. She was being friendly, and I had enough common sense left—even if just the dregs—to realize she kept boundaries between them.
Kyran, upon seeing Oscar who had his hand placed on Grace’s lower back, didn’t have the same restraint.
“Oscar Schuster!” he bellowed upon our approach. “Keep your damn hands to yourself!”