Chapter 4

Blake

I swear I heard her say something about wolves in my back yard. What the hell is she talking about? I need to find out what that message was about. Placing my coffee mug down, I head out of the kitchen into our large entrance foyer and up the stairs.

In front of her door, I deliberate whether to knock or just go in. It amuses me slightly at the thought of barging in. What if she is undressing? Or in the shower? Fuck I am a sick individual. This is my stepsister I am fawning all over.

Yet, I cannot help it. Seeing her dressed in skimpy shorts with those long, slender legs that would look great wrapped around my neck is too much to resist. I wonder what she would do? Maybe throw something at me.

Okay, I need to not be a complete and utter douchebag. So, instead I do the gentlemanly thing and knock on the door.

“What?” she yells out, I can detect her irritation in her voice.

“Can I come in?”

“Hell no. Fuck off Blake.”

“I want to know what you said in the kitchen about wolves in my back yard.”

“Tough shit. Now leave me alone. I’m getting ready to go out and do some work.”

I rake my hands through my hair. Roxy is a brat no two ways about it. “Fine. But I will find out, trust me, Roxy. Nobody comes into my patch without me knowing about it.”

Radio silence from the other side of the door. Frustrated, I walk back to my room which is just two doors down and into the suite. There isn’t any time for this bullshit, I have to be at the rink by nine for more practice, then we have a gym session for ninety minutes, followed by swim and then conditioning. I won’t see home again until around five this evening.

There must be a way, however for me to find out what Roxy is going to be up to. Maybe I could ask one of the omegas to trail her and report back to me.

Is that snooping on my stepsister? I guess but right now I don’t care. I grab my mobile off the bed where I left it earlier after I scrolled aimlessly through F******k and found the contact I want.

Hey Charlie can you do me a favor? I press send. He is one of my best wingmen and I know if I ask him anything he will do it and be discreet about it.

What’s up, Blake?

I gotta job for you?

Shoot.

Okay, my stepsister Roxy is back in Anchorage.

Yeah man, I heard. Apparently, she’s all grown up and everything.

Fuck, what is it with my friends and Roxy? I’ll smash their faces in if they so much as look at her. And there I go again, getting all protective and obsessive when I have no right to. It’s not like I even like Roxy. But my dick obviously hasn’t got the memo since it seems to want to spring into action just thinking about her.

She is off limits and don’t forget it.

Sure, of course. I didn’t mean anything by it, Blake.

Good. Now, she is going off on some business about a wolf hanging around. I want you to come by my house in say twenty minutes and follow her. Do not, whatever you do, let her know you are following her. Do you think you can manage that, Charlie?

Sure thing, Boss. No problem. Where you off to?

Practice. Report back to me when you find anything.

I end the messaging and throw the mobile on the bed followed by myself as I lay down with my legs hanging over the end, my feet on the floor and my arms over my face. Dammit, if there is something out there, I want to be the first to know about.

What if it is a threat to our pack? I mean there are rogues that have been hanging around lately, but we sorted them out and my father had a meeting with their leader. They came to an agreement. They leave us alone and we don’t kill any of theirs.

At the rink I enter the vast entrance area with its glass domed ceiling throwing a lot of light down. Even for a grey day it seems light in here. I groan as I see a huddle of girls wearing practically nothing by the doors. Man, don’t they feel the cold or anything?

“Oh, hi Blake,” a brunette says with pneumatic tits. Yeah, they’re not real. And I am a man who likes soft flesh in his hands. Not silicone. But you know, these girls are as much my fans as the guys are so I have to be nice and play nice.

“Hi,” I say and try to push through them as they surround me. Where the hell is my detail today? Oh, yeah, I told them to stay at home and make sure everything is safe with Roxy.

“Say, you wanna have some fun after practice?” she says twirling her shoulder length hair in her fingers.

“Sorry ladies, I have a full schedule today. How about another time?” It’s the politest I can be right now. I have also learned that you don’t say no outright to these puck bunnies. They may be all sugar and sweet, but as soon as you say no, boy do their talons come right out.

My mind is on Roxy and her hot, sexy lips. I want to taste them and part them with my tongue. I want to feel her perfect tits pushed up against my chest.

“Dude, you made it,” Mitch says as I manage to break free from the puck bunnies. “Ladies, I’m available later,” he tells them. Of course he is. Mitch is enough jock for all of us and never passes pussy up if he can help it.

I give him a nod and an eye roll as the girls giggle like they’re still in high school. Wait, some of them may still be. I shudder. I do not do females under twenty, it’s one of my rules on top of about a hundred rules.

We walk into the back area and head for our locker rooms to get changed.

“You have ten minutes to get those assess of yours on the ice,” coach bellows out. Sounds like his is in one again.

My phone pings and I can see it is a message from Charlie.

Trailing Roxy, she’s heading to the Ridge woods. What the hell is she up to?

Exactly what the hell is she up to? The Ridge woods is dangerous territory. We don’t have jurisdiction up that way. Our land ends at the border, it’s pure rogue country.

Fuck. I rake my hands through my hair. I can’t protect Roxy!