Free A Guardians Passion by Mya Lairis Page B

sand where two males were lighting torches. That would be where the opening speech would be, Freya figured. “Bun could be a witch-wolf,” she speculated more to herself than to Melissa.
    Melissa finished off a sausage before speaking. “So? He would still have much to learn from you. Stop trying to look for a loophole and enjoy the ride, girl! And for the moon’s sake, please stop referring to your kid as dough!”
    Freya raised her nose as if she could have cared less. Folks were always calling their children Sweetie, Pumpkin, Dumpling even. She could have sworn that she had heard Melissa herself refer to Bryant as Darling. Before she could comment on the irony, Freya heard a familiar shriek.
    “Oh my Goddess! Look at you two. Absolutely gorgeous.” Benna approached the table, looking more like a bride than a hostess. She was dressed in a spaghetti-strapped white chiffon gown with her reddish-gold curls drawn up into a high bun. She glowed as she took hold of an empty seat and pulled it between them.
    Noting Freya and Ryant, Benna gave a wry wink. “You’re a natural, Freya. Mind if I join you?” she asked even as she sat.
    “Of course not,” Freya muttered, even though she was sure the Sohon wouldn’t have cared. Werewolves with fairy blood…
    Benna reached out toward Melissa and her cub. She wiggled a finger upon Bryant’s belly, just barely removing it before the alpha cub snapped at her. “Whoa.” She laughed. “He’s a feisty one.”
    “He can be,” said his mother.
    Benna shooed off the notion before settling back against her seat. “Well, introduce me, Melissa. I didn’t get the chance earlier, what with you two needing to rest and all. The toddlers are so cute.”
    “That is Ryant, and this little beastie is Bryant.” Melissa pointed to the cub in Freya’s arms first and then ruffled the thick black curls upon the head of the cub that she held.
    “Little alpha…or gamma, I’m predicting.” She considered Bryant. “He is decisive, bold, but there is hesitation about him, I think.”
    Freya had begun to alternate between feeding Ryant and herself as Benna detailed easy ways to predict the dispositions of werewolves. Even though the girl had never given birth, Freya suspected that Benna knew exactly what she was talking about.
    Her plate was soon bare, but like magic, an omega was at her side, offering some new delicacy straight from the grill. The gorgeous, scantily clad omegas could have easily matched Rayne in their servitude, but the one who came before her now was especially reverent. Eyes cast downward, he had skin like the darkest of chocolates, well-defined abs defined like stairs leading into the white cargo pants he wore. His features were an odd combination of sharp and soft, his nose pointed and long, yet flaring, cheekbones well defined, but rounded cheeks and near-feminine eyes. Neat black locks were pulled into a high ponytail. Perfect for grabbing and forcing to the—
    Benna brushed her fingers against Freya’s arm, stealing her train of thought. This time it was Freya who postured with a growl.
    “Are you guys enjoying yourselves?” Benna queried both her and Melissa.
    Melissa agreed readily while Freya turned to find the dark omega gone. Her pack had no omegas, and she had been in the middle of speculating how Fen and Rayne would respond to the gift of one so gorgeous.
    “Freya?”
    “Yup.” She answered Benna’s question finally.
    “Wonderful. And you like the gifts too?”
    Everything is fucking spectacular, from the toilets to the spoons, chick. Now stop gloating for a damn minute , Freya wanted to say. Spotting the dark omega serving another table, Freya smirked as she caught his gaze upon her. He quickly lowered his eyes but only after narrowly avoiding dropping his platter. Fen would eat him up, she mused before addressing Benna. “Of course.”
    “Omegas are negotiable,” Benna drawled, betraying a hint of irritation. “Although I doubt any could