Lahat ng Kabanata ng Outfoxed By The Fox: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I may have died, gone to heaven, and got sent straight back down to hell. Maverick hasn’t lost his touch. Those pancakes were divine. He remains untouchable as the Pancake God of Breakfastdom. It’s a place. It’s real. Don’t fucking question me. I lived there for some odd amount of years until Pancake God decided to boot me out of his kingdom.As Maverick and I descend up the elevator to Big Bad Bro Alpha’s office, it occurs to me that I never got a chance to meet the guy. It was one of the reason why Maverick and I had visited this forsaken place was so I could meet his big brother. Every time we were supposed to meet, something would happen. I swear his brother just started making up excuses by the end of it.I took it in stride.No, I absolutely did not, but it looks like the tables have turned now. Ha! The Almighty Alpha Idris needs my help. He actually wants to meet me this time and not me sweating bullets because I wanted so fucking badly to make a good first impression. This ti

It doesn’t take us long to locate Beta Drake. He’s in a black minivan and he’s doesn’t at all look totally sus. Why bother getting a rental anything when you still draw attention to yourself? Of course. I keep that to myself. Because Beta Drake doesn’t talk much. He’s got black sunglasses on — the type you can’t see their eyes at all. He’s a mix of business casual and I just don’t like him. He just gives me ick vibes. The type where you’d see a fella like him at a nightclub the chicks that know better would get the hell out of dodge. It’s totally not because he gave me one look and dismissed me like the rest of the werewolf population. Even if it was and I’m not admitting to nothing, he can go fuck himself anyway. Why is it okay for an entire population to have a fucking superiority complex? Just because you’re blessed with bodies like that doesn’t mean you are in fact gods or even godlike. They need to get the sticks out of their ass, because I’m starting to think they enjoy it a

The moment we walk inside I see both the pain and panic flare up in Loralei’s eyes. I watch the way her body recoils from us as if she already preparing herself to be physically attacked. Her violet eyes searches for some sort of escape, but we all know she’s never going to discover a way out of this hell.That’s when I know with a shadow of a doubt that Loralei Donahue isn’t the one that attacked Catherine Divine. I also can tell straight off the bat that she shouldn’t be nicknamed the ‘Black Widow’. Any backbone this lady had has been crushed to dust. Whatever hell she’s been through haunts her, just like the dark rings under her eyes. The nervous twitches and her heavy but rapid breathing speaks of her barely subdued panic attacks.There’s tears in her eyes. I notice the way she tries to hide her bruised hands within the baggy sleeves of her sweater. I eye the fresh blood on the cuff of those dirty sleeves. My anger surges. Who the fuck did this to her?It doesn’t even surprise me

Maverick sits so casually in the booth I want to stab him with a fork and knife. I just came back from the bathroom and slid into across from him. The little shit is acting like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Nope, he so didn’t just fingerfuck the living daylights out of me in the alley right around the corner. “I already ordered us drinks,” he tells me as he looks over the menu. My eyebrows raise at that. Did he now? “What exactly did you get me?” “Blueberry coffee. Two sugars and oat milk,” he rattles off, not once looking up from the menu. “And a strawberry milkshake.” For fuck’s sake, can’t he not do that? Can’t he just fuck up on anything? He just has to fling it in my face that he knows me like the back of the hand he just… fingered with me. He glances up at me then smirks, probably noticing the look of annoyance. I’m sure my sizzling frustration that’s building up in me like a volcano ready to fucking explode is definitely showing, because he chuckles softly to

I feel a hand brushing over my fur. I sigh, enjoying the familiar touch and scent. Maverick used to do this with me whenever I took a nap and he wasn’t there. He would find me curled up in my fox form and he’d pet me.I should be pissed that he’s in my room right now. I should be pissed that he’s touching me without my permission, but I just don’t got the fucking heart. This new scent he’s got is making me crave things that I don’t understand. It has to be some sort of pheromone spray, because it’s the only thing that makes sense.I should be pissed at that, but right now, my body is enjoying his touch a little too much. I never let anyone go near me when I’m in this form especially when I’m at the most vulnerable.I didn’t even hear him return. I usually wake up to the sound of a pin dropping when I’m in this form, because I always feel like I need to have my guard up.“You’re killing me,” he whispers to me.I don’t know if he knows I’m awake. He probably does. He’s a werewolf. He ca