Page 11 of Wicked Wolf

He didn’t like being moved like a chess piece, but sometimes an Alpha had no choice.

Gideon might be a young Alpha, as young in terms of experiences as Kade, but he was not a cruel Alpha. If he didn’t think Quinn could handle it, he wouldn’t have given the task to him in the first place.

Quinn just had to believe it.

“I can handle it,” Quinn growled. He took a deep breath, calming himself. “I can handle it.” He sounded better that time.

Gideon gave him an assessing look then nodded. “Good. Gina should be talking with Kade now about the next meeting. From now on, you two will plan the places and times, but for this first one, the Alphas did it for you. So tomorrow at ten a.m. in the place we met before. Got it?”

Quinn nodded.

“Good. She should be calling you soon to confirm.” Gideon drained his beer then stood up. “So don’t fuck it up by ignoring her.”

Quinn snarled.

“I heard you, Quinn. Just don’t fuck it up.”

With that, the Brentwoods left his home, and Quinn stood there, shaking his head. He hated when things were out of control. His life, his work, his son, his wolf…and now he was at it again. He knew his Pack needed him to be strong, needed him to work with the Redwoods since that was the whole point of the council, but that didn’t make it easy.

His phone beeped, and he answered, already knowing who it would be.

“Quinn here.”

“Quinn, it’s Gina.”

Her voice slid through him and went straight to his cock. He held back a growl and forced himself to ignore his reaction.

“Gideon told me the time and place.” He didn’t know why he couldn’t just stay calm and not antagonize, but he couldn’t bear to listen to her. She stirred up too many things for him.

And she was a goddamn witch.

She paused. “Fine,” she clipped. “See you then. I was just calling to confirm.”

“Consider it confirmed.” He hung up and threw his phone on the couch.

If he didn’t think about her too much, didn’t worry about that annoying ache in his wolf, he’d be fine. Once he pushed her away and set the boundaries, they’d all be able to act normally.

Or as normal as a wolf with only half a soul could act.

Chapter Three

That insufferable brute needed a swift kick in the ass.

Sure, he had sexy eyes and even sexier ink on thick muscles, but damn it.

Gina’s thoughts had been on a loop with that and a few other choice words since the bastard had hung up on her the day before.

She scrunched her face and forced herself to calm down. The dirt beneath her feet clouded around her, and she paused in her pacing. She was only making a mess of herself and not helping anything.

She didn’t need to go into the meeting looking as though she wanted to rip out his throat.

That probably wouldn’t be good for the whole treaty thing.

But goddess, she wanted to hurt him, mess up his pretty face. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t pretty. His face held too many hard edges for that. But his brutal handsomeness called to her wolf, and she hated the fact that it did.

And now, she couldn’t get his face out of her head.

This didn’t bode well for the meeting with the other wolves. It was going to take everything in her power not to reveal her thoughts to the rest of them. Especially Parker. Her cousin saw too much within others. That was probably why he was so good at what he did. Ever since he was a kid, he could break up altercations with his words; he never needed his fists. He’d gained dominance in the Pack because of it, though he could fight when needed. He was also one hell of a dominant wolf, which made him a double threat. That was why he’d been chosen to be part of the council in the first place.