Free Fox Rematch (The Madison Wolves Book 10) by Robin Roseau Page B

know anything about mechanical systems. My first several designs were laughable. But he told me what was wrong with them, and I refined, and refined. He said I have the natural artistic eye, but I need to learn the engineering.”
    “Lara,” I said quietly. “An architect is not a doctorate level program. Now, you are going to stop being a poop and thank our friends.”
    I stormed out of the bedroom and went to the common closet. I took Scarlett’s clothes, and I carried them to her bedroom. Then I went back and got Angel’s. Then I emptied the dresser drawers, moving them into place. They finally stood in the hallway to see what I was doing.
    “No, Alpha,” Angel said. “No.”
    “Yes!” I said. “There are enough other rooms. This one is yours.”
    Then I did the same thing with Elisabeth’s clothes, moving them from the common closet to her room.
    “There,” I said. “Much better. That was the only flaw.” I grinned at them, then I scowled at Lara. “I have not heard you say ‘thank you’. Do I need to teach you your manners like I will be teaching the babies in your tummy?”
    “Thank you,” she said quietly, reaching for all of them. We made a big five-way hug there in the middle of the hallway.
    “All right,” I said. “I think it’s time for breakfast, then someone said something about kayaking.”

A Few Years Later
    I crept into Angel and Scarlett’s room, Lara and Elisabeth following quietly. There were more wolves waiting in the hallway.
    Angel and Scarlett were to marry in two weeks. I was to be Angel’s maid of honor, and Abigail Lassiter was Scarlett’s. Tonight, there was to be a kidnapping.
    I crept to Scarlett’s side of the bed. Elisabeth and Lara crept to Angel’s.
    “You two can stop faking,” I said. “You woke up the moment I opened the door.”
    Scarlett opened her eyes to look at me.
    “Do you know why we are here?”
    She smiled. “But you’re at least a week early.”
    “And shouldn’t you be on my side of the room?” Angel added.
    I looked across at Angel. “We’re not taking you tonight.”
    She looked deeply disappointed.
    “We’re not kidnapping you until next week. I didn’t want anyone to have to pick between you, so tonight we’re taking Scarlett.”
    She began to smile.
    “Angel, I don’t believe you can stand by while we take Scarlett, but I believe Lara and Elisabeth can handle you. They will drag you from the bed and hold you.” I looked at Scarlett. “They will, by the way, be in front of the window. I don’t believe you will find that a feasible escape route.”
    She nodded.
    “I am a non-combatant,” I said. “I will back into the corner behind me, and you should not touch me. I have silver and I’m not afraid to use it. But my hair is at risk, as I have orchestrated this.”
    Scarlett began to smile.
    “Scarlett, Lara and Elisabeth will drag Angel from the bed to pull her clear of you, and you may then attempt your escape the moment you feel her move away.”
    “Questions anyone?”
    “No,” said Scarlett. “Thank you, Michaela.”
    I backed into the corner, well clear of the impending action.
    “Do it,” I said.
    Lara and Elisabeth immediately grabbed Angel and dragged her from the bed, tangled in the bedding, which they used to wrap her up. They dragged her backwards to the window and held her firmly.
    Scarlett, naked, flew out of the bed, ran two steps towards the door, and spun around as the remaining wolves began to enter the room. She ran to the furthest wall, an interior wall, and jumped, striking the wall with her feet first. She burst through the drywall, struggled for a moment, and barely missed being pulled back out by Karen and Abigail. Her head disappeared as Karen and Abigail began to climb through after her.
    “Angel, that loud sound is what drywall sounds like when your lover kicks her way through it.”
    There was another loud bang, then several more, following by swearing and a yelled, “Michaela!” from