Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) by Fel Fern Read Free Book Online

chest. Jolly’s been my best friend since high school. He knows me inside out, so I don’t bother hiding my apprehension and fright.
    “Bobby Roy, I’ve heard Lorenzo won all his fights not because he’s good or fast. He cheats. Does anything immoral to win,” Jolly whispers.
    “He’s shady, everyone knows that,” I mutter.
    All the curtains in my living room are drawn, even though it’s early morning. I look around the space, feeling miserable. Back in Brick’s warm bed and apartment, I imagine Brick knocking on my very front door, fetching me for our date. I fantasize coming back here after we’re done with all the foreplay—the conversations we have, and me counting the number of times I’ve made him laugh.
    Each date brings us closer to each other and by then I’ll know his favorite color, movies and music. I’ll know how Brick ticks. Every dance and tease we do in the bedroom brings our bodies closer, and feeds the heat threatening to erupt inside us. We’re no longer strangers to each other, but the passion between us doesn’t lose intensity...
    That’s what I imagine anyway. My ultimate fantasy, but I’m nowhere close to them.
    The apartment door opens, and I squint at the figure standing there. Blue is dressed to the nines in a matching, ill-fitting, bright red tracksuit that looks like it’s never been worn. Seeing us, his eyes narrow.
    “Where the hell have you guys been? Trig’s going to explode. You know how he hates anyone being late. We’re supposed to meet at the park half an hour ago.”
    “We were doing research,” Jolly begins. Blue marches up to us and gives the TV and the Nat Geo Channel a disgusted look. The special program ‘Rabid Wolves of the Wild’ isn’t over yet.
    “Bobby, you think you can learn anything from watching TV?” Blue demands, turning it off. “Christ, guys. You’re still in your jammies.”
    “Jolly and I like jammies,” I mutter, wincing when Blue goes about pulling the curtains open. Sunlight blinds us, and Jolly and I groan.
    “Too bright...I’m suddenly remembering why I hate exercise,” Jolly says.
    I give Jolly a look. “Aside from gym in high school, you’ve never exercised in your life.”
    Blue gives a snort. “And you think you can take Lorenzo with that attitude? I passed by him on the way here. He’s jogging around town, telling everyone he sees how’s he’s going to send you to the dirt.”
    I growled at that. “If that underwear model thinks I’ll take my beating lying down, he has another thing coming.”
    Blue claps his hands, startling us. “That’s the attitude. Come on guys, before Trig throws a fit.”
    After donning our work-out gear, all three of us troop downstairs.
    “Let’s take my car,” Blue suggests.
    “With your sickeningly encouraging taunts, I thought you ran over here,” Jolly adds.
    Blue rolls his eyes and slides into his convertible. “Please, it’s not like I’m joining your stupid program.”
    “You’re dressed for it,” I point out, riding shotgun, while Jolly rides in the back. The drive to the park takes fifteen minutes, tops. Blue parks the car and we head out. Even from a distance, I can feel Trig’s metaphysical energy. Blue isn’t kidding. He’s pissed and everyone knows powerful wolves have a short temper.
    We find Trig in a clearing off the beaten path, far away from the human joggers, dog walkers, and parents pushing their strollers. Unlike us three misfits in our never-been-used sportswear, Trig looks damn good. Anyone who looks at him knows he’s some kind of boxer or athlete.
    “Damn you, Trig. I feel fat,” Blue declares.
    Jolly looks at his slight tummy. I’m not on the slightly heavy side, but I’m gawky and rail-thin. A pale and freckled redhead who looks like he’s avoiding the sun isn’t any better than his ‘healthy’ friends.
    “Form a line,” Trig barks like some military sergeant.
    “I’m not—” Blue begins, but shut ups when Trig gives him a searing