One such pair stepped into her path and blocked their passage.She glared at the men.Both were large, well over six feet, gorgeous…and in her way.
“Excuse me.”She stepped to the right, only to have her path obstructed once again.She gritted her teeth and smiled.“Excuse me, I’d like to get by.I have to speak to the Ruling Alphas.”
“Well, we need to see if any of you belong to us.All of the Marked must submit—”
Oh, so the wrong thing to say.Her sisters had been giving themselves pep talks from the moment their plane left Atlanta.No letting Alphas walk all over them.
“Submit?Belong to you?”Gabby’s voice was way too quiet.She stepped up and stood beside Scarlet.“You want to know if one of us belongs to you, that it?”
“Gabriella…” Her sister’s voice had taken on the brittle tone she knew all too well.It usually came right before…
Gabby kept on going.“Should I bend over so you can sniff my ass?That’s what dogs do, right?”The man’s face turned a blazing shade of red.Alphas, as a rule, didn’t like people talking back to them.It was a control thing.
“If you were my bitch—”
Scarlet waited to see if the vein in the wolf’s temple popped.That’d be fun.
“If I was yourbitch,I’d carve the Mark from my flesh and fuck the consequences.Listen, asshole, I’m here because I don’t have a choice.So,fuckandyou.” Gabby spat the words at the giant wolf.The giant wolf who looked about ready to tear her limb from limb.
“Is there a problem?”The most seductive velvet voice overrode her sister’s next words, and Scarlet suddenly felt the need to melt into the floor.A heavy wave of dominance far superior to that of the men they’d been arguing with, blanketed her.This guy was definitely stronger than the other two men.Dominance came on a sort of sliding scale, some wolves more powerful than others.This speaker was seriously dominant, and it made her wonder what it’d feel like to be in the Ruling Alphas’ presence.Their strength would probably drop her to her knees.
She turned her focus to the newcomer.Scratch that,newcomers.If she’d been a cat, she would have rubbed against them and begged for their touch.
While his companion was bulky, the man who’d spoken was tall and lithe.He had the body of a swimmer, accentuated by lean limbs that appeared to pulse with strength.Power surrounded him like a hidden shroud, and the jerk they’d been arguing with immediately fell silent.She let her gaze travel over the wolf, noting the pale brown hair with a hint of a curl, his long lashes and hazel eyes.His patrician nose had a bump along the ridge, attesting to a past break.His lips looked insanely kissable, yet furrowed lines surrounded them.The man frowned entirely too much.Like now.
“Garron?”He focused on the jerk who’d been giving them a hard time.“Quentin?”His attention went to the other wolf.
“Of course not, Alpha.”Garron, or “Asshole” in Scarlet’s mind, tilted his head.Showing deference to the new wolf, as well as exposing his own neck, confirmed Scarlet’s suspicions.The sexy wolf was definitely more dominant than Asshole.“We simply requested that these Marked submit, per the law of the Gathering.”
Scarlet seethed.First, at his wording and second, because the man didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.No idiot should try quoting the laws when he couldn’t tell his asshole from a hole in the ground.
When the powerful Alpha opened his mouth, Scarlet cut him off.“Alpha, if I may?”
That drew the attention of his companion, the larger presence she’d been trying to ignore.Where the first Alpha was lean, this one was built like a tank.Hell, his neck was nearly as thick as her thigh and her thighs weren’t small.But those eyes… Those sparkling blue eyes lured her.They called to her and beckoned her a little closer.She leaned toward him.What would it be like to—
“Of course, Miss…” The first Alpha let the word trail off, and she filled in the blanks.
“Wickham.Scarlet Wickham.”She shook her head to clear the burgeoning arousal from her mind and focused on the less dominant wolf, Garron, ignoring the asshole’s partner, Quentin.“It’s your belief that the Marked who attend the Gathering must submit upon your demand?That is your understanding of the laws?”
Gabby had learned all of the laws.Every.Single.One.And had then drilled them into her and Whitney’s brains.Her sister figured if they were gonna be forced into the dog (heh) and pony show, they needed to be as knowledgeable as possible.Plus, Gabs had been hunting for a loophole.Scarlet had simply paid attention long enough to get the gist of things.Of course, it’d probably come back to bite her on the ass.Much like tuning out her mother had done with the whole “forgetting about the Gathering” thing.
Garron snorted.“Of course I know the law.I—”
“It’s not your turn to speak, Garron.”The Alpha quieted the man, and her attraction to him and his partner increased.
She was suddenly not quite so pissed about being summoned.Her Mark tingled, heating and pricking right below her right shoulder.
Her mates were near.Not the two guys who’d blocked them.The new Alphas?Regardless, she’d found her mates.Portions of her raged against fate.She’d have to uproot her life.Move.And there was the fact that they could be total dicks.Who was to say they wouldn’t be like Garron and Quentin?They could treat her like shit.
Unfortunately, her other half, the bit that’d been lonely, rejoiced.
She had a guy to smack down first.
“Miss Wickham?”The hazel-eyed devil raised a single eyebrow.
The puny asshole, Garron rolled his eyes.She ignored him.“I’m assuming you know the first law.That a Marked shall never be harmed.Now, the second addresses a Marked’s submission.”
“See?You must—” A half-shifted claw wrapped around Garron’s throat.Way to go, badass Alpha.