Darcingtowne Wolves: The Misfits (Book 1)

Chapter Fourteen: A Two Minute Egg

Penelope had been sleeping rather peacefully when she was woken rudely, not by the sun, but by a sudden surge of heat between her thighs. She moaned, and turned over in her bed, which made Carrie’s face scrunch up with annoyance. Carrie had been clinging to her like she was an over large teddy bear, despite having been shoved off more than once. Thankfully, Carrie was a heavy sleeper, and didn’t wake up when Penny climbed hurriedly from the king size bed.

Panting, the Alpha of the Misfits scurried into the bathroom, embarrassed at being overwhelmed by sudden and inexplicable lust. Well, it wasn’t entirely inexplicable. Just before waking, she’d gotten flashes of someone, her mate she thought, relieving himself in the shower. Just the picture of his hand wrapped around the hardened length of his manhood was enough to make her clit throb.

She knew the mate pull was supposed to be irresistible, but no one had warned her that she might start having flashes of his activities projected into her mind like this. Since they hadn’t marked each other yet, she couldn’t even link him to tell him to stop jerking off so early in the morning. Penny was many things, but a morning person was not one of them.

After a few minutes of struggling to form coherent thoughts while biting down on her balled fist, Penny finally gave up and hopped into her own shower. It didn’t seem like her mystery mate was going to be done any time soon, so she might as well get some relief herself.

Tobias woke up at his customary time, four thirty in the morning, feeling antsier than usual. He’d been feeling unsettled since he’d bumped into his mate the night before. Knowing that he’d need to relieve some tension before going to training, or he was liable to injure some fresh trainee, he decided to take care of his little problem before heading downstairs for breakfast. The hot water of the shower was relaxing, and eased the tightness in Toby’s shoulders as he let his mind wander to the mysterious woman who’d left nothing behind but her shoe.

He started out slow, giving himself long languid strokes, grunting softly as he increased the speed and pressure. This wasn’t nearly as satisfying as letting someone else tend his needs, or laying with a woman, but he’d rarely had the inclination to find a partner; this was just easier. Simpler. Less complicated.

He was close to finishing himself off when he felt a tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach. Then, an image swam up in his mind’s eye all unbidden, so vivid and brief that he couldn’t mistake it for his own imagination going wild, of his mate’s long, delicate fingers twisting at her own perfect, pink little n****e. Tobias gasped as he came suddenly, his knees going so weak that stumbled forward and had to lean against the shower wall as his seed spurted against the tile. As his mind swam through the pleasurable fog of climax, Toby couldn’t help but smirk a little to himself and wonder if she was playing with herself in response to his morning activities. He had a naughty little mate, it seemed. 

Not wanting to dispel the good mood that had stolen over him in the aftermath of their little pleasure session, Tobias decided not to remind himself that he would probably never get the chance to see how naughty she was. Instead, he changed his focus to something almost as pleasurable as s*x - a good, hot breakfast.

Tobias’s good mood was somewhat tarnished when he came downstairs for breakfast and found Prince Brenton ranting at the omegas as they scrambled to prepare his morning repast. The Prince only ever came into the kitchen when he was pissed and looking for easy targets upon which to vent his spleen.

“You call this a two minute egg?” the Prince shouted as he threw said egg at one of the poor, cowering omegas. She flinched as it splattered against the wall inches from her face. “Make me a two minute egg, and make it right. Now, damn you, you useless bitch.”

“Good morning, Prince Brenton.” Tobias said, letting some of his distaste seep into his raspy voice.

“Tobias.” Brenton acknowledged the Gamma with a slight nod, and seemed to calm down now that he was aware that someone had witnessed his little tantrum.

The Prince only liked having an audience for situations that would make him look good or boost his undeservedly titanic ego. The Gamma of his pack catching sight of him berating an innocent omega kitchen maid didn’t do much for him. Brenton had the decency to clear his throat, and look a little embarrassed - but Tobias knew Brent well enough to know that his little tirade would have continued if no one of rank had walked in. He wasn’t embarrassed by his actions, he was embarrassed at having been caught.

The maid glanced at Tobias, giving him a soft, thankful look, before scurrying to clean the remains of the egg that was sliding down the wall.

“Had a good time at the party last night?” Tobias asked, keeping his tone casual. He wanted to gauge just how much trouble his mate had gotten herself into. Not that he was reconsidering rejecting her, or anything. He just wanted to know what backlash he might face in the event that word got out who she was to him.

“I was having a lovely time right up until that Alpha female got in my way.” Brenton grumbled, his eyes flashing a little. “I didn’t even know there were any Alpha females in the city until she showed up and started throwing her weight around like she owned the damn place. Did you see her? She had the gall to show up to our packhouse looking like that. The nerve of her. ”

His mate was an Alpha? Toby wasn’t sure what to make of that. It was bizarre; Alphas were rarely mated to anyone of lower rank than a Beta. His mind quickly latched onto something else the Prince had said instead of lingering on the Moon Goddess’s strange pairing choice.

“Looking like what?” Tobias asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The hair, and the eyes...I’ve seen women try to pass themselves off as distant family members of the royal family before, but they’ve never had the guts to actually set foot in the pack lands, much less walk right into the packhouse.” Brenton scoffed.

Tobias wanted to retort that those were his mate’s natural features, but held himself back; even admitting that he’d seen her, much less gotten a close enough look to determine that she wasn’t wearing contacts or dyeing her hair, was foolish. Tobias might not be as smart as bookish Francesca, but he wasn’t stupid either.

“Perhaps that’s just how she looks, your highness.” Tobias said instead, keeping his voice even. “I mean, do you really think she’s really that dumb? Alphas are supposed to be smart, if a little high strung. If she’s an Alpha, I don’t think she’d come to a Twilight Promenade party after having intentionally made herself look like a member of the royal family. That would be blatantly offensive.”

Though the Prince had yet to mention the attack Toby’s mate had made against him, he was already trying to give Brenton some reasons for why she might have made that move; subconsciously smooth things over a bit.

Prince Brenton seemed to consider the Gamma’s words, tilting his head first one way, then the other before saying softly, almost as if talking to himself, “Maybe. It’s an unusual combination, but that doesn’t mean that only members of the royal family can have it. Perhaps it’s just a fluke.”

Tobias nodded a little, and went to fix himself a coffee.

“Did she do anything else that would lead you to believe she was here for something other than a good time?” Tobias asked, stirring the Prince from his thoughts.

“Mmm...we had a little misunderstanding about her friend.” the Prince replied before clearing his throat. “I decided to be magnanimous and let them go, despite their transgressions against my person. I could have had her killed. She tried to strike me, you know. She and her little friends obviously had no idea who they were dealing with.”

Toby found it strange that the Prince wanted to be lauded for not killing a woman who was only defending her friend, and herself, from said Prince’s own brutish behaviour. Was this really the best that their people could do for a future King? While he took comfort in the fact that his mate was seemingly out of hot water, the idea of Brenton sitting on the throne made Tobias’s black coffee taste even more bitter.

While he’d often thought he and Chessa had gotten the raw end of the deal with the way that they’d been raised, Tobias now considered that perhaps their suffering wouldn’t seem so bad when compared to the suffering their people would have to endure once Brenton became King of the alliance.

With that sobering thought, Tobias’s good mood all but vanished.