Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 9: 8 - That's Cute

Awe!

Ow!

Ah!

Okay, I need to put a stop to this!

"You're really bad at this," I chuckled.

"What?"

"Dancing. You have no rhythm," I smirked, shaking my head.

"I do too have rhythm!"

He continued to steer me out of rhythm, and stepped on my foot. Again.

"Do not! And you keep running me into people!" I chuckled again at his expense.

"No I —"

He ran me into another person.

He sighed, "well. . . I —"

"Here, let me show you," I smiled up at him.

It's kinda cute that he's so bad at this.

"First," at some point while dancing, his hand on the small of my back had slid up to my shoulder(for

some weird reason). We're in an awkward position with my arm still uncomfortably resting over his. WeExclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

had leaned in closer, though. Weather he was pulling my shoulders closer to him consciously or not, or

I was leaning in without me realizing, I don't know, but I removed his hand and put it back in the right

place. "This isn't a middle school dance," I grinned up at him through my dark lashes. "It's more classy

with the hand on the hip."

His eyes stayed on my face. The feeling of him looking through me came back. "Says who?" He asked

quietly, sounding distracted.

"Says me," I told him, trying to ignore his intense gray gaze.

You have a mutual dislike for each other, you have a mutual dislike for each other.

Mate!

No!

"Second, the rhythm is, one two three, one two three," I guided him coolly, the amused smirk still on my

face. "Not one two, two and a half, three four, one, one and a half, twothree."

He rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah"

We kept dancing, and right before we plowed into another couple I stopped us both and redirected us.

"Isn't the guy supposed to lead the girl?" He raised his eyebrow as we continued on dancing.

"Isn't the guy supposed to keep on tempo and have at least a tiny bit of coordination?"

Another eye roll.

I grinned, just because of how human he's being right now — and I get to make fun of him for it. Not

acting like a stone wall and all.

Even if I can usually see through the cracks, it's still nice.

I continued to guide us through the dance floor. I know it's generally the guys part, but I'm not that bad

at it. I get some practice when I dance with the little kids from the house for fun.

After a while he started getting the hang of it and took back control.

Correction, I gave him back control.

We had danced for a couple more minutes when he randomly let out this question(it was more of a

statement but. . .).

"You know you're mine, right?" He asked, out of the blue. Face unreadable, still looking through me.

Well, that wasn't abrupt at all.

"A bit possessive over your war prisoners, huh?"

"Ha. Ha," he said flatly.

"Wasn't a joke."

"Really. So funny," he continued without any change in expression.

I smirked. "Well, I don't know what else you could possibly be referring to other than. . . Oh. Oohhh,

that's what you're talking about," I mocked.

He stayed silently staring at me with a frown on his face.

"Well then, in that case, whatever helps you sleep at night," I shrugged.

"No," his grip got even tighter and he drew me even closer.

Don't devour his lips, don't devour his lips, don't devour his lips.

C'mon self control. Don't fail me now.

"Your territory is mine. Your House is mine. And you. Are mine."

"No one else's."

I smirked.

"You're cute when you think you're in control."

~*~*~*~

After the song ended, wolfie's friends started waving him over to the bar. He frowned and looked at me.

Hehehe.

We got over to them and I ran my hand over the bar top. "I told you I'd be back."

Wolfie grimaced.

"Hi, can I have another one of those strawberry things you gave me please?" I smiled at the tender.

I took a sip and smiled in content. "Mmm"

Wolfie propped himself on his elbow and leaned over the bar, looking at the tender sternly. "I'm cutting

her off."

"Um," he looked between us.

"Excuse me, you can't do that," I glared at him.

"Aw, you're cute when you think you're in control," he tilted his head and popped out his lower lip,

mocking me.

I glared at him even harder.

"Um, sorry, she's right," the bar tender told him nervously.

His gaze whipped to him. Wolfie trained a dark look on the poor werewolf — who was significantly

smaller than him.

"Sir," He chocked out as an after thought.

Wolfie scooted his chair in and leaned even closer to him. "I'm the alpha of Silver Moon Pack."

Again, why are werewolf pack names so stupid?

"Um, yes sir, I am aware of that, but miss Crimson is also a high rank holder," he stuttered out,

gesturing to me.

I grinned.

Wolfie chuckled. "Not anymore."

The grin fell.

"You have no proof of that," I protested, keeping a mask of calm.

He looked at the tender with annoyed but dangerous eyes.

The smaller guy shrunk as he had to nod in agreement.

Ha.

"What do I have to do to get you not to serve her anymore?" Wolfie raised his eyebrow and took out his

wallet while simultaneously giving him a death glare, promising vengeance if he refuses him.

"I-duh-uh, w-we're not supposed to take bribes, sir." The poor guy looks like he's on the verge of tears.

"It's not a bribe. It's simply incentive."

"That's the same same thing, sir," he squeaks, looking like he wants to disappear into thin air just to get

out from under his stare.

Which I can see right through.

I think.

But maybe I actually do get him mad, and so his death glare right now may not be all acting.

'Cause I don't know why he's suddenly this good at acting.

"No! It's not!" He slammed his hand down on the table.

"Oh, calm down!" I called sternly. I looked at the bar tender. "Don't worry, I won't be ordering any more."

I glared at Wolfie. "I'd have to clean you out to get what I was going for anyway," I waved it off, still

sipping on my last drink of the night.

The little weasel got what he wanted.

"Really?" The weasel raised his eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes really."

He put on a victorious smirk.

"I hate you."

"That's unfortunate."

Ugh!

A second later another person joined the party and Wolfie's friends drew their attentions back to him

when they realized he wasn't busy anymore.

Busy being a buzz kill.

But anyway, I recognize the new comer. He's a vampire called Victor Thorn. No one special. Master of

a house a few territories away. But I've got a slight bone to pick with him.

"Ah! Alpha Michel, Alpha Jason. How have you guys been?" He greeted the first two people he saw.

Or did he single them(him) out for a reason?

I'll give you a hint.

The answer is yes.

"I've been fine, thanks," Michel smiled.

"Yeah, same here," Wolfie nodded.

Time to do something that's gonna come back and bite me in the back side.

Oh well.

"Yep, just fine." I jumped into the conversation with a big smile stretched across my face. "Which you

can take some credit for, I guess," I grinned.

Victor chuckled confusedly. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh y'know," I waved him off.

He chuckled charmingly again. "No, I'm afraid I don't."

"Oh, just how ya really helped alpha Jason here out with his latest business achievements is all." The

smile is still bright on my face.

Can't say the same for Mr. Thorn though.

The murmur of people around us died down.

"What are you talking about?" He looked between me and Wolfie. A frown sketched on his face. It's

confused, mixed with borderline pissed. Pissed that Wolfie spilled the beans. But he's not sure yet, so

he's playing it off.

Time to burst his bubble.

I finally tore my gaze away to glance at Wolfie, to find him steaming mad. "Yeah, what are you talking

about?" He pushed out, jaw clenched.

"Oh you guys know. When Jason asked you to lend him supplies and soldiers and you were happy to

oblige." I tilted my head, batting my lashes.

I had just enough time to see Victor's eyes widen in utter shock and disbelief, before Wolfie pulled me

away roughly into a secluded corner.

"How did you know about that?!" He hissed, still holding onto my arm with a death grip.

"Well I only knew about the business transaction and number of soldiers and supplies. For the rest, I

just connected the dots," I shrugged.

His death grip somehow seemed to get even tighter. "What? . . How?!" He gritted out.

"Please Wolfie, you can't leave your important documents sprawled out on your desk while the enemy

is on the other side of it, then act like you're surprised when you find out it's not that hard to read upside

down," I shook my head at him.