Page 6 of Wicked Wolf

“Ready?” she asked, trying to keep her wolf at bay. For some reason, her wolf did not want to stay calm. Instead, the damn thing wanted to rub up against the man in front of her.

This was going to make for an interesting council.

Quinn nodded then started off toward the border.

Apparently, he wasn’t much of a talker.

Well, too bad because she was.

“So, what do we need to discuss?”

Quinn shrugged. “Anything we need to discuss can happen at the meetings. We can have the first one tomorrow at the place the Alphas choose. I’ll send you the information when I receive it.”

Gina stopped in her tracks. This domineering side of him wasn’t sexy. Well, not when he treated her like his secretary or something. Domineering in other places…

No.

Focus.

She held up her hand. “Whoa. Wait. The whole point of this council is to show cooperation and the good that came from the treaty. If you’re going to act all growly and rude, that’s not going to help.”

Quinn glared. “You are a young wolf, and this is your first real assignment I suspect. You’ll learn that not all things need to be done with roses and smiles.”

Of all the arrogant things... Okay, so this wolf had already pissed her off and they hadn’t even had the freaking meeting yet.

“You can’t be that much older than me,” she spat. “Your wolf doesn’t feel as old as the others, so watch it. I’m not a submissive wolf who needs protection or to be told what to do. I’m a dominant. I’m the one who does the protecting. So if you have this false sense of who I am, then you should back up.”

Quinn didn’t say anything.

“Fine then. We’ll meet at the place the Alphas tell us. Us. Get it? I won’t need you to tell me anything. Now since this isn’t doing anything but making me want to claw your face off, I’m going back. Thanks for the meeting, Quinn.”

She stomped away, pissed that she’d let herself be baited. The wolf clearly didn’t trust her for some reason, and that was the inherent problem in the Packs to begin with. She’d have to nip that in the bud and fix it. She would not let her Pack get hurt because one dumbass male didn’t understand his place in the world.

It was a shame that he was such an asshole though. Her wolf liked his wolf.

A lot.

Thankfully, she listened to her brain, not her libido or her wolf when it came to her decisions because there was one thing for sure—she would not be spending much time with Quinn.

No matter the whimpers her wolf made…or Quinn’s sexy bedroom eyes.

She was stronger than that.

Mostly.

Chapter Two

That blasted female.

Quinn Weston stomped toward his den, his hands fisted at his sides. That little pup of a woman had gotten on his very last nerve, and he had no idea why.

Well, he had an idea why, but those big eyes and sexy curves didn’t mean a thing.

Sure, keep telling yourself that, Quinn.

He couldn’t believe his Alpha had put him together with that little wolf. She couldn’t be out of her twenties yet. Considering most wolves lived well into their hundreds, she was still a baby. Yeah, she was an adult and, from the feel of her, could shift into a dominant wolf, but she wasn’t ready for what a council between Packs would entail.

She wasn’t ready for what he’d give her if she gave him the chance. Sure, she might be strong, dominant, and sexy as hell, but she’d break under the weight of his dominance.