Idler (Norseton Wolves book 3)
“Colt tore the remnants of the previous night’s pizza crust into tiny morsels, and flicked them one by one toward the garbage disposal.
He scoffed to himself. “We should have learned our lesson back in the garden, with Eve. How dare that woman show up and start slinging insults before she’d even had the chance to crack open her fuckin’ suitcase? Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”
He’d tried not to, but then it all became so real when Alpha had let the women out of the van, and immediately Colt’s gaze had locked on the ball-buster. Maybe it was her dark, sexy eyes, or the way her full lips tipped up at the corners. Or maybe it was because his inner wolf knew before he did that he was doomed, and his downfall was coming at the hands of that particular nag.
He rolled his eyes and stared at the empty doorway.
A couple of months before the women’s arrival, he’d scoffed when Alpha had called a meeting and broached the subject of the mate call.
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