Alpha Omega 03 - Fair Game

loco parentis status. Or maybe he just patronized everyone. “Omega doesn’t mean power without end. Charles is a stone-cold killer—ask him yourself. And you knew it when you married him. You should quit worrying about him and start worrying about how
you
are going to deal with accepting the situation you got yourself into.”
    Anna stared at him. She knew that he and Charles weren’t bosom buddies or anything. She hadn’t realized that he didn’t know Charles at all, that Asil saw only the front he put on for everyone else.
    Asil had been her last, forlorn hope. Anna levered herself off the table. She turned her back on Asil and strode to the door, feeling the heavy weight of despair. She didn’t know how to make him, to make
Bran
, see how bad things were. Bran was the one who counted. Only he could keep Charles home. She had failed to persuade her fatherin-law. She’d been hoping that Asil might help.
    It was still light out and would be for a few more hours, but the air was already stirring with the weight of the waxing moon. She held the door open and turned back to Asil. “You are all wrong about him. Youand Bran and everyone else. He
is
strong, but no one is that strong. He hasn’t picked up an instrument, hasn’t even sung a note for months.”
    Asil’s head came up and he stared at her a moment, proving that he knew something about her husband after all.
    “Perhaps,” he said slowly with a frown, rising to his feet. “Perhaps you are right. His father and I should speak.”
    ASIL LET HIMSELF into the Marrok’s house without knocking. Bran had never objected, and another wolf might think he just never noticed. Asil knew that Bran noticed everything and had chosen to allow Asil’s subtle defiance for his own reasons. And
that
was almost enough to make Asil knock on the door and wait for an invitation to enter. Almost.
    Leah was on the living room couch, watching something on the big TV. She looked up as he passed by and didn’t bother smiling, while a woman screamed shrilly from the surround-sound speakers. When Asil had come to Montana, Leah’d flirted with him—his Alpha’s mate, who should know better. He’d allowed her the first one, but the second time he’d taught her not to play her games with him.
    So she sat on the couch, glanced up at him and then away, as if he bored her. But they both knew that he scared her. Asil was slightly ashamed of that, only because he knew his mate, dead but still beloved, would be disappointed in him. Teaching Leah to be afraid of him had been easier and more satisfactory than just letting her know that her flirtations were unwelcome and would not gain her whatever it was that she wished.
    Had he not expected the Marrok to execute him in short order—which was the reason he’d come to the Montana pack—he might not have done such a thorough job of it. But he was not unhappy that Leah ignored him as much as possible—and less unhappy that the Marrokwould not kill him than he had expected to be. Asil found that life still had the power to surprise him, so he was willing to stick around for a little while longer.
    He followed the sound of quiet voices to the Marrok’s study, pausing in the hallway to wait when he realized the man talking to the Marrok was Charles. Had it been anyone else, he’d have intruded, expecting the lesser wolf—and they were all lesser wolves—to give way.
    Asil frowned, trying to decide if what he had to say would play better with Charles in the room or not. Strategy would be important. A dominant wolf, such as him or Bran, could not be compelled, only persuaded.
    In the end he decided on a private talk and continued on to the library, where he found a copy of
Ivanhoe
and reread the first few chapters.
    “Romantic claptrap,” said Bran from the doorway. Doubtless he’d scented Asil as soon as Asil had walked by the study earlier. “As well as historically full of holes.”
    “Is there something wrong with that?” asked Asil. “Romance is good for the soul. Heroic deeds, sacrifice, and hope.” He paused. “The need for two dissimilar people to become one. Scott wasn’t trying for historical accuracy.”
    “Good thing,” grunted Bran, sitting down on the chair opposite the love seat Asil had claimed. “Because he didn’t manage it.”
    Asil went back to reading his book. It was an interrogation technique he’d seen Bran use a lot and he figured the old wolf would recognize it.
    Bran snorted in amusement