Chapter40. The Witch

“Lorelai!” a deep voice growled a while later, waking me up. I stirred and opened my eyes. Brax was gone, and I shot up. Shit, I was going to be late for dinner. And I was almost one hundred percent certain I wasn’t going to like eyeball stew for dinner. I bathed and dressed faster than I ever had, combed through my long dark strands of hair, then met my alphas outside my suite. Brax chuckled, obviously back to the Brax I knew. “You’re going to get us in trouble, Spitfire, but I have a feeling you quite enjoy that concept.” He laughed, and I smirked. I did. “Let’s go. I’m starving, and even eyeball stew sounds more appealing than having to eat with the pack tonight after today’s…issues.” Derik sighed. “Why?” I asked, and he cleared his throat. “It got to the other wolves that Brax and Kai were fighting over you. It doesn’t bode well for the strength in our pack if the alphas are fighting at all, let alone over a winter born human,” he murmured, and I bit my lip. I didn’t want Derik eve