Page 28 of Knot What I Expected

Waiting for Wreck to decide being our Alpha means he gets to order us around.

Waiting for the whole thing to implode.

It hasn’t yet. Mostly because Justin doesn’t seem to give a shit that we know.

And Wreck? Wreck is proving to be a pretty damn good Alpha. Not that I’m ever telling the furry fucker that.

Maybe it works because he doesn’t want anything from us.

No submission. No ass kissing. No blind obedience.

Wreck doesn’t give a shit whether we call him Alpha. Half the time he looks annoyed when anyone does.

He just... handles shit.

When Justin and I get too close to tearing each other apart, Wreck gets between us.

When one of our beasts runs hot, he knows.

When there’s work to be done, he does more than his share.

And when the shit hits the fan?

We look at him.

Simple as that.

Maybe that’s what a real Alpha is supposed to be. Not some asshole demanding everybody kneel.

A male strong enough that you choose to stand behind him.

Fuck.

If Rafe Maccon could hear me thinking this shit, he’d probably laugh his ass off.

“What’s with them?” Justin remarks and nods towards the sky at a group of ugly as sin fucking birds.

This fucking Dragon is such a whiny bitch sometimes.

“What? You jealous they actually look good flying with their feathery wings, unlike your overgrown lizard ass?”

“What’d you say, you fucking mongrel?”

“Shut up, you two. Havoc, you done yet?”

I snap my teeth, but don’t look at him. Lord knows, I’m not throwing out challenges today.

“I’m taking that as a no,” Wreck rumbles.

“Gimme a fucking second. I’m almost finished!”

The snickering starts immediately.

Then the whispering.

I straighten.

“You two sound like middle school girls, for fuck’s sake.”