Christmas for the Wolves & a Wolf for Valentine's Day (Grey Wolf Pack) (10 page)

“You’re right,” he drawled in her ear.

“Hmm? I usually am, but what about this time?”

“I like trying new things; I want to try new things.”

Adam thought of the one thing he wanted to try more than ever
. To have a pup
. The thought of his mate swollen with his young was breathtaking. He hardened just thinking of it; well, practice does make perfect... Rosalee cooed and squirmed around his rapidly growing member.

He’d broach the topic later…

Mine
.

Adam & Rosalee – Diet

1
st
February

“Ugh!”

Adam looked at the ceiling as he heard his mate, Rosalee grunt and slam the closet door. A few minutes later she stomped downstairs.

She burst into the kitchen with her hands on her hips and a frazzled expression on her face. He flipped another pancake before looking at her questioningly.

“Do you think I look fat?” she demanded murderously.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re joking, right? You’re tiny.” Too tiny, his wolf thought in annoyance. He’d give anything to see her with fuller curves and pregnant... But that was another issue.

Adam and Rosalee had met and bonded a few months ago. He was a wolf shifter and the Alpha of his pack, and she was human. In spite of a few hiccups at the start of their relationship, they were besotted with one another. Although, that wasn’t to say they didn’t argue a lot. They both had Alpha personalities and were determinedly stubborn and eager to get their own way.

She threw up her hands. “Okay, so maybe not fat, but do you think I’ve put on a lot of weight?”

He pursed his lips and slipped the pancakes he had made into the warming oven. “I can’t tell that you have…”

Rosalee scowled at him in disbelief. “You seriously can’t tell?”

“Well, come over her and let me see.”

She walked over to him, and Adam grinned at her. She was wearing her nightclothes that consisted of a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. A few months back they had been kind of loose, now they were straining to contain the swells of her ass and breasts.

Adam ran his hands down her body, liberally caressing her breasts and buttocks while making ‘hmm’ noises. As his skilled hands started working their way into the tight shorts, she started moaning and almost forgot what she was annoyed about. When he let out his own growl, and she felt his hard erection poking her in the stomach, she snapped back to the matter in hand.

Rosalee slapped at his hands. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

He chuckled. “Did you really think I would? Sweetheart, to me, you just look beautiful.” His wolf roared in agreement.

She folded her arms, squeezing her breasts together. His wolf started panting at the gorgeous sight.

“Adam, I’ve put on twelve pounds in the last two months. My jeans don’t fit anymore – hardly any of my clothes do. Are you honestly telling me you can’t see it?”

He could, but there was no way he wanted her to get rid of it. He liked her rounder figure. He put his hands on her shoulders. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go upstairs; we’ll take our clothes off, and I’ll lay down on the bed and we have sex with you on top. That way, I’ll know if you’re any heavier.”

Rosalee huffed. “Nice try.”

Adam shrugged. It was worth a shot. “Can’t you just buy new clothes?”

“That’s not the point.” Rosalee turned on her heel and started marching back upstairs.

“What about your pancakes?” he called.

She shouted something unrepeatable and Adam chuckled.
Oh well, he would just have to eat her portion too.

*

2
nd
February

Adam stood on the porch frowning at his mate. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Rosalee was dressed in a pair of tight leggings and a sweatshirt. It wasn’t all bad; the leggings displayed her peachy rear to perfection,
he just didn’t like what they signified.

She jogged on the spot for a few seconds and then bent over. He and his beast almost swooned. He’d stifled the guttural groan that wanted to escape, but, unfortunately, hadn’t been able to stop the swell of lust that surged through their bond.

Rosalee stood up and gave him a disapproving glare. “I’m getting some exercise; I’m going to try and move some of this flab.”

Adam strode down the steps and stood inches from her. In spite of her resolve, she let out a small whimper. He was a magnificent specimen. The day was biting cold, but he was comfortable in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She could feel the heat radiating from him; he was like a darn furnace.
A darn, hot, steamy, furnace made of perfectly sculpted muscles...

“If you wanted exercise, sweetheart, you only had to say.”

His eyes flashed to the amber of his beast, and he grabbed her hand. He began pulling her toward the house and for a few moments she followed with a dreamy expression on her face. However, she soon snapped out of it.

“Not that kind of exercise, Alpha.”

Rosalee pulled out of his grasp and resumed her warm-up. Adam folded his arms and scowled at her. His wolf was grumbling; he didn’t like where this was heading.

“So, what the heck are you going to do?” he asked, grumpily as she did a couple of star jumps.

“I’m going for a run. I’m not going to go crazy, but I just want to get in shape and lose a few pounds.”

Adam scrubbed his hands down his face. “But you look perfect the way you are.”

Rosalee put her hands on her hips. “But, didn’t you say I’d still look beautiful if I put on some more weight?

“Yeah…” he said suspiciously.

She pretended to think about that. “So the same goes for if I lose the weight too?”

“Well, of course, but…”

“Good, them I’m going for a run.” She beamed at him and did some lunges.

Adam grasped at reasons why this wasn’t a good idea. “I don’t think I like you running around the woods on your own.” His wolf howled in approval;
that was a good reason.

“I won’t be on my own.”

Within seconds, a couple of cars pulled up and out jumped the pack's two Omegas, Carly and Kira. Unlike other she-wolves, Omegas were small and rounded and not particularly fast or good at running. He groaned as the three women started warming up together.
He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

*

8
th
February

Adam risked a glance out the kitchen window and was dismayed at the sight before him. He had assumed that Rosalee’s zeal for exercise would have diminished after the first few days, but, if anything, it had only encouraged her.

She was achy and tired all the time. His wolf was livid; they hadn’t been with their mate for over three days, and, to boot, Rosalee had them eating vegetarian food. It was unbelievably awful, and his wolf was hanging onto his temper by a thread.

After the first month of living together, it became clear that Rosalee had zero talent in the kitchen, and her cleaning skills were spotty at best. Adam wasn’t above cooking for his mate, but his own ability only extended as far as grilling meat on a barbecue and pancakes, and he really didn’t have time to clean. It was, therefore, decided that they would hire one or two of the younger she-wolves of the pack as housekeepers. Adam was thrilled with the arrangement. Tilly covered all their meals; she was 19 and taking part-time community college classes. While, Aimee, a newly mated wolf, covered the housework. It left Adam and Rosalee with time to take care of the pack and time for Rosalee to pursue her painting.

Of course, now that Rosalee was on a health drive, Tilly had been dismissed. Rosalee didn’t say it, but he knew she blamed Tilly for the extra weight gain. Tilly was an excellent cook, and Adam told her that all the time. Rosalee had also dismissed Aimee, and said that she would do all the housework as it was good exercise.

Perhaps the worst part was the fact that the diet was working. She was already looking slimmer and more toned. Damnit, that annoyed him no end. When they met, she was skinny, too skinny, but over the months she had filled out and acquired some killer curves. Not that she didn’t look gorgeous before, he just liked a woman with curves.
God, if he’d wanted a skinny, toned she-wolf he would have mated with one.

Not to mention how many other women she had roped into her endeavour. Carly and Kira had stuck with her, and Rosalee had now enticed a few other women to join her, including a couple of new human members of the pack and a couple of humans from the town. The women had already adopted Rosalee’s rabbit food diet, and Adam was starting to get the feeling that their males were pissed at Rosalee.

Kayleigh Cross, mate of the pack tracker Don, had briefly joined them, but on her first run she made it as far as the pack-run cake shop and sprained her ankle. She was helped into Cake Moon and spent the next hour recuperating. She decided it was best not to risk any more runs. Oddly enough, her ankle was fine the next day. At least Don seemed pleased about that, Adam doubted the gruff Texan wolf would want his mate to lose any of her voluptuous curves,
any more than Adam wanted Rosalee to lose hers...

Adam watched as the group of them tried to cool down after the, undoubtedly, grueling regime Rosalee had just put them through. He had to admit all the women were starting to show signs of losing weight. He imagined there would be one or two males who wouldn’t be thrilled by that fact.

He watched as one by one the females peeled away and went home; Rosalee made her way inside. Adam stood by the sink, nonchalantly pretending he hadn’t been watching.

Rosalee puffed and panted and pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. She guzzled just about all of it in one.

“Have fun?” asked Adam, testily.

Rosalee gave him the stink eye. Given his attitude to her diet he doubted that she would have been up for any nocturnal activities even if she weren’t bone tired.

“Yes, thank you,” she replied, tersely. “I’m going to weigh myself.”

His wolf huffed. “You don’t need to; I can tell you’ve lost four pounds already.”

A flash of triumph flitted over her face before it was replaced with a haughty look. “Well, it’s a good start.”

“What?!” roared Adam, “how many are you planning on losing?”

She sniffed. “I haven’t decided yet.”

Adam raked his hands through his hair as his wolf snarled and tried to force the change. Adam held tight. “Rosalee, this is ridiculous. You don’t need to lose weight, any more than any of those poor women you’ve brainwashed into following you do.”

Rosalee scowled at him. “They want to look good and get in shape, what is wrong with that?”

He let out a long breath. “Nothing, but have you even considered how their mates feel about this? How I feel about this?”

A flash of fury snapped through their bond. “How you feel? It’s my body, and I will do with it whatsoever I damn well please! If the situation were reversed, I wouldn’t have any problem with you doing exercise or dieting, so I don’t know why you can’t support me.” Not that he would need to diet.
He was born lucky – a god.

Adam’s nostrils flared as his beast roared. “Rosalee, I forbid you from carrying on with this ridiculous diet.”

“You forbid me? How dare you?” she yelled.

“I am your Alpha and...”

Rosalee threw up her hands. “And I am your mate, and I deserve more than this high-handed behaviour from you. Good lord, Adam. I’m not some pup who has been caught with their paw in the cookie jar. You know what? I am going to take a shower, and by the time I’ve finished I sincerely hope, for your sake, you've had an attitude adjustment.”

She grabbed another bottle of water and stamped upstairs, leaving her irritated mate in the kitchen.

Ugh!
How dare he?
God he could be insufferably bossy! She wasn’t doing anything wrong, and he was being a total tool!

She locked herself in the bathroom and pulled at her clothes. As much as she loved him, it had taken a lot of effort to get used to living with him. The hardest part was that they both wanted their own way, all the time.
Neither were big on compromise.

Case in point: the baby issue. Adam wanted a baby. No scratch that, Adam wanted babies. Plural. About five would suit him.

Adam said it was his duty to father a boy to become Alpha one day. Rosalee rolled her eyes and asked what he would do if they only had girls. He was adamant that wouldn’t happen. No pressure there then!

It wasn’t that she didn’t want kids… some day. She just wasn’t sure she would make a good mother. She couldn’t cook or clean; she didn’t exactly make a good mate. She couldn’t understand why Adam had wanted to mate with her at all. Alright, maybe she could. It was the pull of being true mates; fate decreed that they should be together,
yada, yada, yada…
But that was it. Would Adam even give her a second glance if they weren’t true mates? She doubted it.

He was the Alpha of the pack, and he needed someone who would be a good wife and mother. He needed a she-wolf who could give both him and the pack what they really needed. Not a dumpy human with the same homemaker skills as a silverback gorilla. How would Adam react if she did give birth to a human baby? Would he still want her and the baby?

Rosalee felt unhappy tears well and quickly closed the bond she shared with Adam. No way did she want him charging up there and trying to make her feel better. That would be just like him to console her while she was mad at him, and make her forget why she was mad in the first place.