Semua Bab Make Me Howl: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Why is no one drinking and having a good time?" Kirk looked around the room. The drinks he'd given Paul and Juke when they entered remained untouched. "Dale, what have you done to my guests? The atmosphere in here is putrid." Kirk gave Dale a cutting glare, accompanied by a slight shake of his head.Dale knew it was for his eyes only but was sure the other two men in the room picked up on it. Paul shifted uncomfortably where he stood, and Juke bolted upright in his chair. Kirk placed the glass bowls on the table. "Paul, come, you sit here by me. Dale can sit over there, next to grumpy. Let's get this party started."The food was delicious, and Kirk proved an engaging host. The two men seemed better able to mask their thoughts than Dale, who sat playing with his food, his appetite diminished by the stirring in his gut. Juke's scent made his mouth water and his heart race. His body felt numb from the thoughts swimming around in his head. While Juke and Paul acted as if their earlier co

Juke woke to find himself alone in Dale’s bed, the sheets cold where Dale should have been. He took a slow breath, inhaling the scent that clung to the room—Dale’s earthy fragrance mingling with his own, underlined by the unmistakable musk of last night.His face twisted in a smirk as he looked at himself, realizing with amusement. It wasn't just Dale who was missing—so were his clothes. He stank of sex, and the lingering aroma stirred memories of the night before, images flashing through his mind that made his blood hum and his dick twitch.Running a hand through his hair, he sat up, stretching the stiffness from his limbs. He stood, moving to the bathroom to rinse the night’s remnants.The cool water on his skin was refreshing, and a momentary shock that cleared his senses woke him. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Juke padded out, following the soft hum of voices down the hall.As he approached the kitchen, the voices grew louder, carrying a warmth and ease that wrapped aroun

Wait a minute—hadn't Juke say only an alpha could change people to wolves? His venom would just kill them... Shit.What choice did he have? Go to Greenland with the hot guys, or stay here in the States and become a mass murderer—not by choice—through instinct.The truth was a bitter pill to swallow. There was no real choice in this. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not. Juke had claimed him, and if he ordered him to go with them, Dale knew he’d have a hard time trying to refuse his request. Did he even want to refuse?His mind wavered, battling stubbornness and practicality. He sat down heavily on the arm of the sofa, running a hand through his hair, the strands sticking up like a bird’s nest after all his nervous pacing. He let out a sharp exhale, staring at the floor.He was just being stubborn—and without good reason. What was the worst that could happen?I’d get a free skiing holiday out of it, he thought, trying to muster some humor to push through the rising panic. Then, un

When the buzzer rang out, Dale picked up his bag, the handle creaking under his white-knuckled grip. "I'll get it!" he shouted to Kirk, his voice rough with emotion. He yanked open the door with enough force to make the hinges groan.There stood Juke and Paul, looking far too calm for Dale's liking. The sight of them only stoked the flames of his anger higher. Without warning, he tossed his bag straight at Juke's face, satisfaction coursing through him as it sailed through the air."Here take this, dickhead." The suitcase bounced off Juke's chest with a solid thud, but his alpha's reflexes were too quick—he caught it before it hit the ground. The confused look that crossed Juke's face as he turned to Paul only infuriated Dale more. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, caught between submission to its alpha and sharing its mate's rage."What did I do?" Juke asked Paul, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. Paul just stood there, eyes wide as saucers, looking between them lik

Paul remained silent, his shoulders hunched as they made their way through the bustling airport. The wheeled suitcase trailed behind him, making a rhythmic clicking against the tile floor. Even as they went through check-in, Juke spoke for him, his deep voice carrying an edge of authority that made the staff snap to attention. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows under Paul's eyes, making him look even more miserable than he probably felt.Try as he might, Kirk couldn't get Paul to say anything. The usually chatty wolf only looked at him with sorrow-filled eyes, dimmed with distress, before darting a glance at Juke and lowering his gaze again. His fingers twitched at his sides as if fighting the urge to respond to Kirk's gentle prodding.The tension radiating from Paul was thick enough to choke on. Dale's wolf stirred restlessly under his skin, picking up on the distress of a packmate. He couldn't take it anymore."How long are you going to keep Paul like this?" Dale asked, tryin