Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (15 page)

I watched her skip to the door as she argued with her parents and brother the entire way into the house in that unknown to me tribal language so I couldn’t understand them but I got the gist of it when Jarvis flipped me off before slamming the door behind them.

Once she was inside, I drove home.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I got there, but Steffen knocked on the window before he opened the car door.

“
Cousin
, what are you doing?” he asked with a chuckle.

I looked up at him confused. “Hmm?”

“You’ve been sitting in the garage for an hour.
Romeo and I were taking bets on whether you were trying to kill yourself or not, but you turned the car off before closing the garage door,” he said with a shrug.

“Huh?
No, not trying to kill meself.
I am simply thinking,” I admitted.

“That’s very dangerous for you,” he teasingly
informed me
.

“Agreed.”

He followed me inside the house and I went straight to my room; I was not in the mood for the interrogation
which
I knew would accompany coming in late, especially after the strange discussion I had with Toran before I left.
However, Steffen wouldn’t leave me alone and ducked inside my room before I could close the door.

“You can’t get away from me that easily, Cousin.
What’s up?” he said.

I rather have
had
Mum’s interrogation than Steffen’s nosiness at
that
moment.

“The ceiling, stars, clouds,” I stoically answered, disappearing into the closet to change.

“Okay, where were you?” he clarified and I silently cursed all that was holy for not paying better attention when I got home so I didn’t look nutter.

“Having dinner in Bellingham,” I said, exiting the closet, pulling a shirt over my head.
“I am knackered, is there anything else?” I asked, thoroughly annoyed and climbed up on the bed.

Steffen followed, jumping up next to me and kick
ed his legs out in front of him, effectively making himself comfortable.

“Bloody hell, you are going to stay all night until I say something, huh?”

“You act like you just met me!” He smirked.

Bugger
.

“I had dinner with a bird,” I mumbled.

“Ooh,
” he squealed like a little girl
.
“Tell me all about it, did you kiss?” he pur
red and batted his lashes at me;
I hated it when he pretended to be the gay brother.

“No, we did not snog.
I wan
ted to...God knows I wanted to, but sadly
I could not close the deal because of her bloody parents and
narked
brother.”

“That’s hilarious!” he roared with laughter but it was short lived.
“Wait, what chick?”

I smiled, it was hard not to when thinking about her.
“You know that bird with the arm on her?
The one that can throw a fifty yard spiral like it is nothing?”

Steffen sat up and looked at me
with wide eyes
.
“Holy shit!
Seriously?
The hot blonde wit
h the legs that go on forever
?”

I nodded with a face-consuming smile.

“The one with the round ass that appears to be teasing you with each step she takes?” he asked.

Again, I nodded; that was an understatement.

“The chick with the rack that...seriously, I don’t know how she didn’t knock herself out when playing football.”

I chuckled.

“Damn, how did you manage that one?” he asked, scratching his head.

“Long story, but in a nutshell, she does not care that I am a vampire.”

“Wait, what?
She knows you’re a vampire?” he
harshly whispered
.

I nodded.

“Are you insane?
You know that’s against the rules!” he reminded me.

“She lives on
a
reservation
filled with werewolves
so she was already well informed...well, as informed as a human girl living on a reservation with werewolves could be informed
I suppose
.
What is peculiar though, she did not seem put off by it at all.
No matter what I told her, she was completely accepting of it.
I have never met anyone like her before...she fascinates me.”

Steffen looked at me curiously.
He knew that I liked
short
brunettes,
didn’t
like humans,
really didn’t
like young
er woman
, and was seriously
narked
about moving here.
Now
I was
smil
ing and content being where I was
.

It wasn’t like me at all.

“You know you’re going to have to fight Romeo for her, right?
He’s been gushing about tapping that all day,” he said.

I snarled but it was short lived.
“He can try all he likes, he is not her type,” I informed him though I wasn’t sure what her type was
exactly
, but I was praying that it was tall, lean muscle,
blond
with masterfully done
highlights and
silver-streaked blue
eyes...I was praying it was me.

“You know that won’t stop him,” he lovingly pointed out.

My smile confused him.
“Trust me, Cousin, when I say that I do not have to worry about Romeo and his thrall.
Miss
Jay Dee wanted me
thrall her
after I got us a table at a crowded restaurant.
I put a thousand times more effort than needed into it since she is so
bloody
stubborn
,
yet
it did not register at all.
She laughed at me in fact...she is immune.
Romeo can try all he likes
. Though
he had better watch out
, Miss Jay Dee
is the type that would knee him in the bollocks and not think twice about it.”

“Now that’s a show I’d gladly pay to see,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’m glad you had fun.”

“Thank
you
, I did.
Can you drive tomorrow?
I am picking her up for school.”

“Seriously?
Whoa, please, oh please, let me tell Romeo.”

I rolled my eyes and dismissively waved him away
,
getting a playful punch in the arm in return.
“Only if you let
me get me beauty sleep,” I said
and Steffen was gone, the door closing silently behind him.

This situation was interesting
but very troubling, and
it was entirely new to me so I was looking at it pessimistically as
I always did
.

Me
cousin wants
the
bird
I want,
I mentally groaned, looking at the ceiling.
Then again, he wants
every
bird
; never had Romeo and I found the same
bird
or
type of birds
attractive—he
likes
airheaded
charvas
,
and I am usually
a closed off prick that didn’t want anything, let alone to know the
bird’s
name.
Romeo is the least of my problems, honestly. Beside the fact that Jay Dee is human, young, innocence and untouched, she lives
on a
reservation full of werewolves...
disgusting, questionable beasts that should have
been eradicated centuries ago,
in
not-so-
many words.

If Toran would have heard me say that aloud
,
he would have staked me and left me in the basement somewhere in a nearly permanent timeout.

And another
problem, Jay Dee’s birthday was coming up, yet she
does not
want anything.

“You impossible to read
bird
,” I mumbled aloud
.
“What is your type, cheeky bird?”

I would have liked a snog.
If it hadn’t been for her parents and brother glaring at us, I would
have walked her to the door and, like a gentleman, gave her a peck
goodnight
.

“Next time I will not permit them to stop me,” I said,
and
the possessiveness I was trying to push out of my mind was back
,
and the thought of calling Jay Dee mine made me smile even more.
“Only a few hours until I get a second chance,” I
purred in perverse expectation
,
and looked
over at the alarm clock and tried to will the glowing blue numbers to move faster.

It would be a cold day in Hell when I drank wine again.
It felt like a giant had crawled inside my head, kicked the hell out of me for shits and giggles, and then decided to host a goddamn Pantera concert in there.

I temporarily hated Tanis with a fiery passion for not warning me about the unfortunate joys of a wine hangover.

And now, apparently, a demon was trying to either break out of my head or break down my door.

Sadly
,
the demon I was related to and couldn’t, in good conscience, kill.

“Stop pounding on the door!” I groaned
,
and tried to grab a pillow to cover my head with and ended up rolling out of bed in the process.

Loud footsteps stomped across the floor before the annoying, amber-
eyed demon jumped up on my bed
and needlessly bounced up and down, just to make it squeak
,
causing my hangover induced super hearing to wreak even
more
havoc on my already throbbing head.

“No,” Jarvis
barked out
loudly.
“That’s what you get for drinking on a school night, young lady,” he parentally scolded.

“I hate you,” I mumbled and rolled over,
and whimpered as I stretched
out on my back.

He cocked an eyebrow.
“How much did you drink?
You look like shit!”

“Gee
,
thanks for the lovely compliment,” I groaned,
making a face; I felt like shit, but it didn’t stop there, no. I felt like shit which
was re-digested and shit back out a couple of times before a buffalo tap danced in said shit.
“We didn’t drink that much…okay, we did.
But he was totally sober…I’ve never had wine before.
Okay?
It kicked my ass
up one wall and down the other. Happy?”