Page 27 of Knot What I Expected

“Fuck.”

I yank harder than necessary on the hose.

What the fuck am I thinking?

“Havoc, you finish checking those hose lines for tears?”

Wreck’s shout carries across the entire A-Feral camp.

I give him the finger without looking up.

“Damn, Wolf boy, are you feeling all right?” Justin calls.

I lift my other hand and give him one too.

“Fuck you, Firebreather.”

“Ah.” Justin nods. “There he is.”

“Asshole.”

My temper is always short around the other Alphas on this mountain, and it’s not like I can help it.

Monster is itching for a fight.

Always is.

True Alphas aren’t exactly designed to play nice with other dominant males. Every instinct we have tells us to establish territory. Defend it. Challenge threats. Protect what belongs to us.

Which makes our little arrangement pretty fucking strange when I think about it.

Three True Alphas.

One mountain.

And somehow nobody has killed anybody.

Yet.

Things are even weirder now that we know Justin owns the fucking place.

Not part of it.

Not just the fire station.

He owns it all.

The land.

The cabins.

The mountain beneath our feet.

It’s his Dragon’s fucking treasure.

That revelation should’ve changed everything. I keep waiting for it to.

Waiting for Justin to start acting like the rest of us owe him something.