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Alex’s glare landed on his mate. “What are you laughing about?”
“I’m not laughing.” Bree pretty much wheezed out the words.
“I can hear and see you.” Shaking his head, Alex prowled off.
Quinley exchanged a smile with Isaiah, who then drew her away from the table. Their other prides gathered around to pass on their congratulations. She was honestly surprised that so many people had come to watch the contest. But then, she was used to being part of a pride that had divisions and separate celebrations. The Olympus Pride was different. A huge, tight, supportive family. And she was delighted to be part of it.
When the crowd finally thinned out, Isaiah asked her, “What would you like to do with the rest of our day? I feel like we should celebrate your win somehow.”
She gave an easy shrug. “I don’t mind what we do.”
“We’re all planning to go bowling,” Havana cut in. “You two should come.”
Uncomfortable with going too far from the pride when there was a target on Isaiah’s back, Quinley let out an uneasy hum. “I’d rather stay local,” she said, to which her mate nodded.
Aspen frowned, her shoulders drooping in disappointment. “Ah, come on, there’ll be a huge group of us. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Bailey spoke, “Earthquakes. Falling meteorites. Nuclear explosions. The death and destruction of all we hold dear.”
Impatience flickering across her face, Aspen sighed. “Ignore her, Quinley. It will make your life so much easier.”
“I resent that,” said Bailey with a huff.
Aspen gave Quinley a tight smile. “As I said, ignore her.”
Bailey grabbed the bearcat’s index finger and started prodding Aspen’s temple with it. “Stop poking yourself, stop poking yourself, stop poking yourself, stop poking—ow, bitch, that was my nipple!”
“I don’t care!” Aspen blasted.
Bailey smirked. “Thought you were ignoring me.”
That was when the bearcat all but flew at her.
Havana swore. “Aspen, let go of her throat now!”
As Deke and the Alpha female worked to pry the females apart, Isaiah looked down at Quinley and said, “I say we skip bowling.”
She pursed her lips. “We could go play pool at the Tavern?”
His brows lifting slightly, Isaiah nodded. “That works.” His gaze darted to her empty plate and then down to her belly. “Need to vomit first?”
She felt her brows draw together in honest confusion. “Huh?”
Smiling, he gave a shake of his head. “Never mind. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The chiming of her cell phone snapped Quinley out of her reverie. She’d been staring out of the kitchen window unseeing, caught up in thoughts as to what Isaiah had in store for tonight.
He’d earlier made a passing teasing comment designed to keep her on sexual edge, the shit. And she couldn’t pester him for answers because they had visitors in the form of Tate, Luke, Camden, and Deke—all of whom were chilling with Isaiah in the living area, drinking beers and discussing pride issues that needed addressing before the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow.
She retrieved her phone from the kitchen island. Raya. Smiling, Quinley answered, “Hello?”
“Be smart and alert no one,” a male voice said. A voice that was gruff and cold and unfamiliar. “Believe me when I say that the life of your sister depends on it.”
Dread curdled in Quinley’s belly and caused every muscle in her cat’s body to seize up. “Who is this?”
“I think you know.”
