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you’ve just entered Brick’s life, but I can tell you’re here for the long run.”
    “Uh, Rover. What exactly are you asking me to do? ”
    “It’s too much to ask, but you need to be Brick’s anchor. Will you do that for him and the pack?”
    I didn’t know what to do. Yesterday, I was only one of the faceless pups Brick has in his doghouse. Now I’m something else. Not a lover, or mate, because Brick and I have only intimately connected last night, but I did want to help Brick overcome this trial.
    “Rover, I’m no one. I’m like, below average and pretty much useless in anything, let alone in a fight,” I say.
    Rover’s sudden slap shocks me back to life. “Don’t ever let me hear you call yourself useless again, Bobby. Omegas alone are pretty rare, but we need them. You help stabilize and bring peace to the pack.”
    A growl tickles from the bathroom, and Brick’s suddenly standing there. I swallow, instantly noticing he’s fully nude and wet. Feeling uncomfortable, I close my legs, glad the table hides my hard-on.
    “I’m warning you, Rover. Hit him again without permission and I’ll rip you apart,” Brick warns.
    It’s hard not to tremble at those words. Brick’s not serious, is he? Except one look at my alpha tells me he’s not kidding around.
    Rover seems like a braver wolf than I. “Understood. Why don’t you finish your shower so we three can have breakfast then iron out the details of the emergency meeting?”
    Brick’s done in a couple of minutes. If you ask me, I’ve never imagined sitting between the pack alpha and beta a few days ago, debating pack politics. Perhaps by sending Lorenzo, the universe is intent on testing my newfound relationship with Brick to see if we’re really meant to be. Well, no matter. I’m going to prove to the wolves in the pack, and to this underwear model I’m Brick’s rightful mate.

Chapter Four
    T he moment Lorenzo Esteban walks into our emergency pack meeting, I know he’s trouble. I don’t know if it’s a model thing, but Lorenzo has a way of turning heads and grabbing everyone’s attention, werewolves included. The lean bodied Latino hunk looks like he just stepped out of the numerous billboards plastered everywhere from towns like Puppyville to the big city, except, well he’s not wearing a thong.
    “Hello, Brick. It’s been awhile, handsome,” Lorenzo says, hands cocked on his hips. The guy has a way of ignoring everyone else there, and only has his smoldering eyes on Brick.
    Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
    Lorenzo is one of those guys who naturally ooze sex appeal. He’s wearing the tightest pair of jeans I’ve ever seen, but for some reason he looks good in them, just like everything else he’s wearing. Lorenzo looks like he just came from some photo shoot and I don’t doubt each piece of his coordinated outfit is designer.
    Me? I buy my clothes in bulk at the local Walmart. The only expensive piece of clothing I ever bought was the itty-bitty piece of leather g-string I wore to seduce Brick at the auction yesterday. I try not to take it too hard. I mean, I’m just a shy, average red head, except I can’t help but feel insecure. It feels like I’ve already lost the battle before it begins.
    “Loren,” Brick grunts. I don’t like seeing my Brick this way. He’s usually so self-assured, so kick-ass looking and dominating when he talks to the pack, but this stupid underwear model makes him so tense.
    “Why the cold greeting, handsome?” Lorenzo purrs. I wonder if he’s really a werewolf, because he’s acting more feline than canine. Besides, you usually don’t associate a maneater with a nice warm grumpy wolf.
    Jealousy rears its ugly head. This guy can’t seem to understand Brick doesn’t find him appealing anymore— or does he? I can’t be too sure if Lorenzo still has his hooks buried in Brick. Rover assures me it’s been awhile they’d seen each other, but first love never really goes away. Lorenzo is