A Rogue For Four Alphas

Chapter

Twelve

Just a short while, I heard a doorbell ring and two people in white pulled up in the kitchen dropping the orders,exchanged a few words and left while I just stood there watching.

"It looks delicious," I say, standing by, wondering if there's anything else to do. He gives a nod to acknowledge my comment. "Can I get plates ready?" I ask.

He tilts his head toward a cupboard. "They're over there."

I find the plates and open a few drawers before finding silverware. "Should I set a table?" I ask Marcos as he transfers the sausage to a serving platter.

"No need. We just grab food in here and we usually eat in front of the TV. Do you need more wine?" he asks, tipping his chin toward my glass, which is just about empty. "Sure."

Before he pours my refill, Erik pulls his phone from a pocket and thumbs quickly over the screen before putting it away. Less than a minute later, Ian and Harry enter the kitchen, followed shortly after by Damon.

I feel out of place with all the four hotties around, it's just steamingly too hot!. Erik hasn't exactly given me the warm fuzzies, and my skin prickles with tension whenever Damon is around. Ian immediately praises the appearance of the food, though, and acts like I must have had a big hand in making it. I can tell he's going out of his way to try to make me comfortable, and I appreciate it.

"You go first," he says, handing me a plate and directing me to the stove.

Why do I feel like I'm about to be the guest of honor at the most awkward dinner party ever?

The food turns out to be even better than it looked. So good that I wonder if I can get the recipe from Eriks chef, because I didn't see how he started the cheese sauce, and it surely got to be more than just butter and cheese. The sausage is good too, though I hate to admit that seeing the long, curved shape on my plate makes me yearn for the evening that might have been, had Ian and I not been interrupted.

Outside, the wind has mostly died down, but the rain has been steadily pouring ever since it started. At Ian's suggestion, we ended up eating at the dining room table after all, and every so often, rain pelts the window behind me as the wind changes.

"How long have you lived in this Mystic Town?" Harry asks.

I'm waiting to finish chewing before I speak, and before I can answer, Damon says, "All her life."

"That must be nice, not much of a traveling rogue" Harry says, as if I was the one who responded.

"It's okay." My childhood wasn't the greatest, but things are better now, and I do have my own kind of fun.

"And you work at?" Harry asks.

"She's a waitress at a coffee shop and will soon graduate college " Damon says immediately.

I shoot him a look before softening my expression as I turn to Harry. "I'm Really curious about you guys too and why you guys are suddenly here," I say.

"Its got the best" Ian says. "Here to protect the town and its people."

I take another bite, and when it's still quiet afterward, ask, "I'm sorry if this is a rude question, but I didn't realize Alpha werewolves will want to do anything with a rogue"

"Is that a question?" Damon asks. Such a smartass. Bruise a man's ego, and this is what you get. Or maybe he was always a jerk, and I just didn't realize it before I slept with him.

"We are of the same kind regardless of rank or pack," Ian says. "And you seem pretty special" he whispered

Behind Ian, Damon is frowning, probably pissy about the fact that Ian and I had a conversation that he wasn't part of. I'm tempted to say more just to see how angry I can make him. He definitely needs to get over himself.

After dinner, the guys decide to watch a movie. While Damon is navigating through menus on the TV, Harry checks the weather forecast and tells us that the storm is still going strong all around us but should be ending in a few hours. What a coincidence between the forecast and the intending attack but I still feel so safe surrounding by the four Alphas.

I'm in a chair in the living room, having a hard time believing that only a few hours ago, I was on the couch with Ian about to get naked. Now, I'm surrounded by not one, but four incredibly sexy men, but there's not going to be any action at all - unless you count the movie Damon's putting on, which is starting off with a car chase.

The lead actor is good looking, but the movie is pretty dumb, so I scroll around on my phone for a while, and even close my eyes for a few minutes. What a waste of a night off from work.

A particularly loud scream in the movie startles my eyes open. Now, the lead is hanging onto a rope and a woman as he dangles off of a skyscraper. He's shirtless now, so I sit up a little straighter - and then everything goes dark. "What the fuck?" Damon mutters.

Another voice, I think Harry's, says, "I was afraid this would happen."

We're all still for a minute, waiting, as Ian says, "Maybe it'll come back on."

But the electricity appears to be out for a while.

"Hope everyone's phone is charged," Harry says sounding unbothered as we all dispersed to our various rooms.

I entered my room and shine my phone's flashlight around the room to get my bearings. Like this whole house, it's big, with a large bed, a desk, a chair and a coffee table.

I set my purse on the nightstand and turn down the sheets, which are cool and smooth to the touch. After taking off my dress and draping it over the end of the bed, I climb under the covers.

The bed is infinitely more comfortable than my own. There's a fluffy duvet, and the mattress is firm but soft. It's like I'm sleeping on a cloud in the night sky.

For a bunch of men, these four really have their shit together. Most guys' places I go to have empty beer cans lying around, sometimes stacks of old pizza boxes, and there are always piles of dirty clothes. Hell, I have dirty clothes on my own bedroom floor, but based on what I've seen so far, I'll bet their rooms are neat and tidy.

Ugh, thinking about their rooms was not a good idea, because now I'm picturing the men in their rooms, and I'm imagining them taking off their clothes and getting into their beds.

If I let myself be with them, which man would I choose?

My hand slides over my hip to the edge of my panties.