Hagen, Lynn - Remi's Pup [Brac Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (3 page)

“Stop, pup. Hold still now!”

Drew became still at the command. He felt a compulsion to obey. If Remi had used this voice outside of the mall, Drew wouldn’t have made it two feet.

“How? You’re human.” He continued to examine Drew’s small canines with curiosity. “Is this the secret Mike found out?”

“Yes.” Drew spoke around Remi’s fingers that were poking at his teeth.

“Half-breed?”

“Don’t call me that!” Drew snapped his head back, trying to rid himself of Remi’s hold.

“Pup or half-breed?”

Drew glared at him. Remi was being a smart-ass. He started shivering from the cold rain stinging his flesh.

Remi grabbed his arm, leading him inside, guiding Drew to their room. The wolf grabbed a handful of towels from the bathroom.

“Strip out of those wet clothes. Can you get sick?” Remi began to towel dry his hair as Drew pulled off the soaked jeans that were clinging to his body. They landed with a loud thud on the carpet. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he answered his question, “Yes, I can get sick. I’m an addict, aren’t I?” He was wrestling to free himself from the drenched material.

“Hold still.” Remi helped to untangled him and pulled it off, dropping it on top of the denim.

“Take the underwear off, too.” Remi ordered as he stood there waiting, ignoring Drew’s snide remark.

Drew hesitated. He would be standing in front of Remi naked. His erection would tell the man his desires. Remi wasn’t gay, was he? His cock was already bulging in his boxer briefs, showing exactly how he was feeling.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and yanked the wet underwear down and off, tossing them as well.

Remi was looking directly at his hard on. Drew covered himself as Remi cleared his throat.

“Can you shift?”

“No. How do you know so much about my…creature?” Drew grabbed one of the towels in the guy’s hand and wrapped it around his waist. He felt a little better about being covered, but the towel was tenting in front of him.
How embarrassing.

“It’s not a creature. You’re part wolf. How could you not know this?”

“I know who I am. My father is full grey wolf, and my mom is human. I call it a creature because it has caused me nothing but problems.” He turned his back, crossing the room and plopped down on the bed. He was tying his best not to react to the fact that he was in a house full of were-creatures. The only one he had ever known was his father. These wolves were huge!

“I don’t understand how you can be an addict if you have wolf in you. We don’t get addicted to human drugs or catch their diseases.”

“Half human, hello?” Drew couldn’t figure out why he was being so damn irritable. He wanted to rip Remi’s throat out, and all the guy had done was help him. Was it the withdrawals?

Drew started tasting it in his mouth as he thought about it. He could mentally smell the alluring aroma of the drug all the way to his lungs. He began to salivate, needing. His chest tightened as his mind started thinking of ways to get out of here. It started hurting again.

“Talk to me, pup. I can see a change coming over you.”

Drew start to rock back and forth. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. He had to get out of here. This wasn’t going to work. None of it was. At least the guy had tried.

“Fuck off! I don’t need your help. I want to leave. Let me go now!” He charged Remi, knocking into the rock hard chest with his shoulder. Remi stumbled back, not expecting the attack. Drew grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. Dammit!

Someone was standing there. Drew plowed into him, but he didn’t even flinch. The guy was almost as tall as the door and just as wide.

“Don’t think so, little buddy. I stopped you once outside. I’ll do it again.” The guy crossed his arms over his chest as Drew calculated the possibilities of getting around him.

“I got it, Tank. Thanks.” Remi swung his arm around Drew’s chest and pulled him off of his feet, tossing him on the bed. Tank closed the door as Remi crawled over him.

“Think you can get out of here? Think you can escape? Think again, pup.” Remi nipped him. “If you’re part grey wolf, then you know about mates, about the claiming?”

Drew nodded as he watched Remi from guarded eyes.

“Good. Then I won’t have to do a lot of explaining when I tell you that you are my mate.”

Drew’s eyes grew as big as saucers. He placed his hands on Remi’s chest and pushed, trying to get up. This couldn’t be. How? Remi wasn’t even gay. All his actions and body language said he was a fierce male. He exuded confidence, manliness. He was the perfect specimen of what a male should be. How the hell was he gay?

On second thought, how was Drew his mate? There was no way he would settle for a junkie as his mate. Drew felt in over his head. He wiggled and twisted, trying to get off of the bed.

When Remi wouldn’t relent, he bared his canines, growling at him.

“How dare you threaten me?” Remi’s canines dropped, his eyes shifting. Drew knew when to submit, when to back the hell up. He had made a grave error in his haste to free himself. He had a full-grown, full-breed wolf hovering over him. Had he lost his ever lovin’ mind? Drew whined, baring his throat.

Remi nipped at his exposed neck, showing him who was the dominant predator, and then kissed the sting away.

Remi rolled off of Drew. “Get dressed.”

Chapter Three

Remi pulled into the parking lot of the local recreation center. The place was somewhere safe the town’s children could play. He was hoping that interacting with these less than fortunate humans would help his mate.

Sometimes helping other people with their problems helped to take the focus off of your own.

They had Cecil, Johnny, and Blair sitting in the back seat. Remi noticed Drew hadn’t spoken a word the whole way. Another truck followed them with three of the wolves from the house following close behind.

Everyone got out and closed the doors, heading up the steps and into a large room filled with kids jumping rope, shooting hoops, and making arts and crafts. His mate stayed close to his side, probably not knowing what to expect.

Little kids squealed as they ran to the wolf Tank. The massive warrior hunched down, hugging the little ones and grabbing the basketball. He became a jungle gym for them.

Cecil took Blair off to one corner as they sat in large bean bag chairs. Cecil grabbed a book and scooted close to Blair. Remi was proud of the Alpha’s mate for helping the other mate learn to read. Blair had been tossed out onto the streets after his father had decided he was too old to molest anymore. Blair had no choice but to turn to prostitution to survive. No one judged him. His mate Kota had asked Cecil to help him with his illiteracy.

The wolves Storm and Evan walked around, watching everyone and everything that went on, guarding the place. Mates were high value to anyone wanting to hurt their pack.

Remi took Drew off to the side. “I need you to do me a favor. You see Johnny over there?” Remi nodded toward Johnny. “He used to be a happy-go-lucky pup until his brother kidnapped him and damn near killed him. I was wondering if maybe you could sit with him, be there for him. His brother put that mark on his face when he broke his cheekbone. He thinks he’s too ugly now to be seen.” Remi watched the emotions that played over Drew’s face, his brows creased in thought.

Drew walked over and took a seat and helped Johnny bead a necklace he was working on. Remi smiled at his mate.

* * * *

He looked like he really didn’t want to be here. Drew knew that feeling.

Drew slid the next bead over to Johnny as he threaded it on the string. He looked as though he was lost in another world. Drew knew how he felt about ugly marks. He carried his own as well.

Without a word, he slid his sleeve up to reveal his track marks to Johnny. The guy stopped what he was doing and stared at his arm. Drew felt self-conscious, wanting to rip the garment back in place, but in this moment, it wasn’t about him. It was about healing someone else.

“How did you get those?” Johnny glanced up at Drew then looked back down at his arm. The guy reached his hand out and ran his fingers down Drew’s arm. His arm trembled as he waited for Johnny to pull his hand back in disgust. Instead, he reached up and pulled Drew’s sleeve down.

“I got an ugly mark, too.”

Drew reached his hand up and traced the scar on Johnny’s face. The guy really was handsome. Drew wanted to touch his golden locks. They looked so soft and silky. “It’s not ugly. It just shows everyone that you’re a hero. You survived what your brother did. I think it makes you look like a tough guy.”

Johnny’s eyes grew round, “Really? I look tough?”

“Yeah, I was kinda scared to come over here. I thought maybe you might beat me up.” Drew saw that he was getting through.

“I would never hurt anyone. Do I really look tough?” Johnny giggled.

Drew smiled as he saw the deep set dimples on Johnny’s face. He was proud that he could help someone. Cecil and Blair came over to the table and took a seat. Johnny smiled up at both of them.

“Drew says I look tough with my scar. Do I?”

“You scare the hell out of me every time I walk by you, buddy.” Cecil shivered dramatically.

“Yeah, I’m afraid to be your friend,” Blair added.

“You want to be my friend?”

Blair nodded, and all four spent the rest of the afternoon talking and beading necklaces. The necklaces would be donated to the local Medical Center for patients.

* * * *

Remi watched with pride knowing his mate had pulled Johnny out of his dark place.

“We got problems,” Storm whispered into Remi’s ear.

Remi looked over his shoulder and saw three wolves from the Eastern pack stroll into the center.

“Get the mates out of here.” Remi grabbed his cell phone and made a quick phone call as Tank and Evan made their way over to him. This was not a place for this bullshit. There were too many kids around. He feared these wolves would act like assholes and some human children would get caught in the crossfire.

As Storm ushered the four mates out of the back door, the three Brac wolves formed a wall and pushed the Eastern pack out of the front. If there was going to be a fight, it would be away from the children.

As the Eastern pack backed away, two SUVs pulled up, one stopping in front of them and the other stopping in front of the truck with the four mates and Storm inside. They only lived five minutes from the center, which is why Remi wondered what made these wolves suicidal.

Maverick, Kota, Hawk, Cody, and Jasper stepped out of the one closest to them as Caden, Ludo, Murdock, Gunnar and Loco surrounded the vehicle with the mates. Micah must have stayed home with his mate, Oliver. If he knew Micah, he was chomping at the bit to be here.

Tank, Evan, and Remi joined their Alpha Maverick.

“Why have you come to my territory where our mates are gathered? Do you not know that is an act of aggression to us?” Maverick stood his full six foot nine inches over the three trespassing wolves.

“We didn’t come as an act of aggression. Our new Alpha sent us to find one called Maverick,” the largest of the three said.

“New Alpha? What happened to Jackson?” Remi noticed Maverick glancing over at his mate sitting in the front seat, assuring himself that Cecil was unharmed.

“He was challenged and lost. Most of our pack was tired of his ways and wanted a new leader to guide us.” The three stood in non threatening stances, showing the Alpha that they did not want to fight.