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I shake my head as her hand starts to lift. “The rules said no magic. We’re not losing this by cheating.”
“It’s only cheating if you get caught,” she says with a wicked grin.
Nope. I can win this.
Cillian is still standing by the tree, halfway behind the trunk, keeping himself safe, but little does he know… My mate isn’t the target. He’s the distraction once I spot someone else deserving of getting pelted.
My dad is focused on Mom and has his guard completely down.
I aim and chuckle when Cillian pops back behind the tree, then throw the snowball. The compacted ice sails through the air and explodes on the side of Dad’s face.
His cheek reddens and eyes go wide with indignation, but I’m not even close to done with him.
I throw three more back-to-back before he’s gotten over the shock of having been caught by surprise. One gets his neck, leaving another mark for all to see, the second catches his chest, and the third lands on a shoulder since he’s finally turned around, but I’m not the only one targeting the almost-retired alpha.
His beta and my most mischievous aunt is just past Mom, ready to attack.
Aunt Sam winks at me, and then we both begin pelting Dad until he throws his hands in the air. “I surrender.”
“Alphas don’t give up,” Aunt Sam yells. “Fight back or die!”
She might also be a little competitive.
Dad races back toward the opposite tree line for protection, and then my attention goes toward my mate again, but he’s not where I last saw him.
Glancing around, I don’t sense him. I turn to Aunt Lucy, but she’s already moved on. Damn it. I have to get him back, and I need a spotter.
GiGi is a dozen yards back, using the only bit of magic allowed to make sure no one cheats. Maybe she’d help me.
Only when I move to go get her, my nose slams into Cillian’s chest. “Ow,” I complain, rubbing the sore spot. “You’re not supposed to be on this side.”
“You ladies drew the line,” he says. “Nobody said we couldn’t cross it.”
We…
I hear a yelp, then another.
Son of a bitch. It’s an ambush.
Run, my wolf encourages, but it’s too late.
I’ve barely made it one step away from Cillian before he has his hands around my waist, picking me up from the ground and swinging me back toward him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Snow is beginning to seep through my boots, and I can barely feel my toes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fight back.
My knee goes up, and I send a silent apology to Cillian’s balls as they get squished. His mouth opens but no sound comes out until he starts to groan.
“If you’re playing dirty, then so am I,” I whisper sweetly, then kiss his cheek right before I push him over into the snow.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he croaks, but I’m not at all worried as I run toward Mom who is closest.
Dad has her arms pinned behind her back and I leap onto his, grabbing his ears as my legs wrap around his waist. “Let go or I’m going to pull until you bleed.”
“You wouldn’t,” Dad says, yet his body tenses, knowing I damn well would.
I tug hard just once. “Try me.”
He growls, but it’s not a first for me and doesn’t at all scare me. “This isn’t over.”
