Eight

Genevieve's POV

"Well that went well," Jamie muttered, watching the last of the delegates from Red Fanged pack leave the room. We had spent hours, discussing, plotting and trying to save the dumbasses from brining trouble on themselves.

"Well?" I snickered. "It couldn't have gone any better. Those idiots are at our mercy and they know it!"

Jamie shot me a look, gesturing towards the door with a tip of his head. I rolled my eyes at the movement.

"I do not care if they hear it. They certainly cannot deny that it is true."

"They're our sister pack, we should help them," Jamie said, giving me a meek smile.

Oh it was things like this that he did that made me feel a bit gooey inside. For a female with a rare wolf, my life hadn't exactly been a smooth bump less ride. As soon as I clocked eighteen, Alpha's crawled their asses over to my parents' property, demanding to marry me. Oh I saw it in all their faces. They wanted to control me. The wanted nothing more than to have the world's valuable rare white wolf in their possession and at their bidding.

I hated every single one of them.

But then Jamie had shown up. With a meek shy look playing on his face, those blue eyes shifting warily as he approached me. I was twenty, believed I was mateless, and I had decided that if I was going to end up the wife of an Alpha, then it would have to be Jamie.

He never tried to control me. It was damned easy to stand my ground and grow as wild as I wanted to without worrying that he would try to stop me.

And even better he treated me as an equal.

Then perhaps you shouldn't be trying to cheat on him, a voice in my head said snidely and I stiffened.

"You okay?" Jamie's voice stopped whatever maddening thoughts would have followed. "Are you seriously mad about them? You know saving them would give us a chance to show our military prowess."

I shrugged at his words, grateful for the diversion. Jamie was sweet and all, but he wasn't Thorn. He didnt make my blood boil with a pulsing desire that threatened to do my head in. He didn't make me yearn so badly, ache so badly.

Thorn did.

"The world knows our military prowess, Jamie. I feel it is useless to keep showing it because of a bunch of idiots who wreaked havoc on another pack's villages and cannot deal with the consequences!" I hissed through my teeth.

Jamie gave a deep sigh as if my hot headedness was tiring and rose to his feet. His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he approached me, standing beside my chair. I sighed, purring contently when his hands ran down my hair, stroking my scalp.

"Doing this all the time, won't calm my nerves," i grumbled, sagging into his touch.

"Huh-huh," Jamie scoffed sarcastically when a low soft noise resounded in my throat. "For someone so hot headed, white hair certainly has to be an irony played on you by the goddess."

An image of a sexy naked Thorn saving my ass from those rogues flashed through my head and another purr slipped from my lips.

"It isn't the only thing she played on me," I grumbled,

Stroking my hair became a habit that developed over our five years of marriage. Jamie had a penchant for stroking my hair in a bid to calm me down or if he simply was in the mood. He was that sweet.

But he certainly did not spike my blood pressure.

Someone else did.

My nose twitched as a familiar scent taunted my nose.

Thorn! My wolf snarled, stirring awake. She always remained dead to Jamie's antics. But just a whiff of Thorn's scent and she was panting all over the damned place, making my head dizzy with desire.

My eyes trailed towards the door. He was there. He had to be. There was no way I imagined his scent was all concentrated at the door. There was also no way, I was getting just wet thinking about him.

Had he been listening in? Did he imagine what was going on? Could he hear the sounds I made and wished he was the one in Jamie's place right now?

My fangs protruded and I licked at them, salivating at the thought of an angry Thorn. His eyes would blaze so hit, his lips would be pressed in a firm line and his chest would heave as if he struggled to contain it all within him.

The anger.

The desire.

My thighs clenched and I sat upright, clearing my throat awkwardly.

"I should go," I told Jamie with a smile, trying not to sound as horny as I felt.

Jamie pouted as if I had snatched a cookie right out of his hands and nodded, giving my hair one last pat. "You must be tired from all that sparring with the soldiers."

"No yelling? No screaming at me not to spar with soldiers anymore?" I grinned, rising to my feet.

My husband threw his hands in the air and shrugged. "I know better than telling you to stop doing anything. You have no mercy on my heart, Genevieve. None at all."

That struck a chord right in my chest and I sighed, feeling rather guilty. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. I detested it so damned much. Leaning closer, I placed a kiss on his cheek and ruffled his hair.

"If it's any consolation, I do feel bad about it,"

Jamie laughed and waved in the air. "Right. I'll see you at the hall for dinner tonight, yes?"

"Definitely," I replied. "What should I wear?"

"White, Genevieve. White,"

And with that he waltzed out of the room.

Barely five seconds later, a hulking Thorn threw the doors open.

And he was not happy. He stormed towards me, grinding his teeth, looking like he wanted to strangle the shit out of me.

"You kissed him!"