For some reason this chapter has been glitching and got deleted. Naturally, i did not save the revised copy to my computer so I have to replace it with the first rough draft for now.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
An hour later, Piper glanced around the threadbare room, still shaken from the confrontation with Bran. He had definitely wanted her, there was no question about that. Why did he leave then? She knew plenty of wolves who fraternized with humans. He did barley know her, but there was something about him.
She grudgingly admitted she'd been instantly attracted to the wolf, since he'd first walked up those steps. His bronze hair and friendly eyes were definitely the most welcoming thing she'd seen in a long time. She huffed into the pillow, for once cursing her self-induced abstinence. Since Mac died, Piper had lashed out both sexually and mentally. Besides secluding herself from all of her human companions, she had also started a promiscuous streak. Certain nights she'd drank so much that when she woke she'd not remembered the man lying next to her. After she'd crossed that line with T.J., Van's second and her personal friend, Piper had sworn off sex and alcohol altogether. One look at Bran, however, and her resolve turned into a puddle at her feet.
The knock sounded on the ugly orange door and Piper pulled herself from the wallowing. She peeked through the hole as merely a force of habit. The woman on the other side was a stocky blonde with a white blouse, jeans and boots. She opened the door and managed her friendliest smile, "Hey, are you Anna?"
The woman practically exploded. She pushed past Piper, knocking her back a few steps as her entire body shook. Once inside she turned and faced Piper with wild eyes.
"Hello whore."
"I'm guessing your not Anna," Piper drawled.
"No," the blonde said with a irate smirk, "I'm his mate…"
Piper seriously considered laughing at the face the other woman made. She had never seen a face turn such a shade of red. Idly, she wondered if perhaps the lady got the wrong room.
"Congratulations….who's the lucky guy?"
The blonde's fists clenched and unclenched, "The Marrok!"
Piper froze. Squints has a mate? Well, Damm. All the good ones really were gay or taken. She shook herself of the thought. Of course he was taken, Piper was the only one delusional enough to think a man that powerful and that…fit hadn't already been snatched. His flee earlier made a lot more sense. A small, stupid part of herself was crushed by the revelation.
The mate had made a snarl, probably at her astonishment at that bit of news. Piper cleared her face of disappointment, aiming for false cheer, "Well, that's lovely. I would have thought Squints…" She nearly winced at the unintentional use of his nickname, "…preferred sane women who don't barge into strangers-"
She was rambling. It was a habit when she felt out of sorts. Thankfully the blonde witch stopped her by started forward, snarling. "I'll rip you apart little girl." A string of spit launched onto her face as she spoke, "Stay away from the Marrok."
Piper casually wiped her face simultaneously reaching behind her into the waistband of her jeans. Her left hand gripped the smooth butt of her gun, hidden underneath her shirt. The weapon was reassurance, Piper instantly felt centered.
"Calm Down fatal attraction, I haven't touched Bran." She put emphasis on his name. The bitch didn't seem to like that.
"A liar and a homewrecker!"
"First of all, whatever home you're in seems already in deep shit. And second, I'm telling the truth… Bran and I barley spoke." The look of heat in his eyes flashed in her memory, but she had been careful not to lie. If the bitch calmed down, she could use her freaky wolf nose to smell the truth.
"That's bullshit," she smashes a nearby lamp to accentuate her point, "He leaves for official pack business and brings back a whore and a spring in his fucking step…I'm not an idiot!"
Piper's grip on the gun tightened and she pulled back the hammer, hearing a satisfying click as the bullet slid into the chamber. The she-wolf must have been in too much of a tizzy to register the sound.
"The jury's still out on that." It was just too easy. Piper just couldn't resist. The wolf lunged a second after she swung the weapon around her. A blur passed and the blonde bitch froze with the gun pressed against her forehead.
"Silver," She smiled coldly. "I think it's time you leave. I'd hate to mess up that ugly face of yours."
"YOU FUCKI-"
"LEAH!...Piper?"
The first name exclaimed was sure and shrill, the second just as loud but lacked certainty. The blonde bitch…Leah, turned toward the door. Piper's eyes stayed focused, waiting for an attack. One squeeze and Squint's mate would be dead. A part of her thoroughly enjoyed the idea of a single Bran. Dam, she cursed those traitorous thoughts.
The woman in the doorway, most likely the real Anna asked, "What's going on, here."
Her tone was surprising calm for the scene before her. Piper instantly liked her.
Leah looked back toward Piper and just smiled, backing out of the room. "I'm going to enjoy ripping you apart, slut." As an afterthought she added, "Stay away from Marrok, he's mine."
Piper wriggled the fingers of her right hand, still aiming the gun with her left. "Ta-ta psycho."
When the crazy-lady disappeared, she locked the gun and slid it beneath her shirt. Then, she smiled toward the whiskey-haired woman who was standing in the door. "Hullo, Anna."
Anna's face fell and she began to laugh. After a moment she choked out, "oh boy. Charles was right. You're going to be trouble."
Piper smiled at the woman. She wasn't sure what the Marrok's son knew about her, but she enjoyed the woman's laughter as the adrenaline leaked out of her joints. She fought the oncoming shakes, shrugging toward the girl. "What can I say?" She smiled, "It's a gift."