Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(30)

“Farting fire at my damn castle…” she grumbled as she stalked away.

“Not farting … but I can…” Roloko called after her and she grunted, snorted, and muttered to herself as she kept going.

“What did I say about upsetting my mate?” Connor tossed up a hand in the air.

“Apologies.”

“Accepted.” Connor shrugged. “Trust me, it doesn’t take much.”

“I heard that!” She called back, and he chuckled.

“Good, because I wanted to talk to you about the Glen…” Roloko eyed his handwork against the castle walls and felt a spluttering of guilt for what he was about to ask.

“The Glen?”

“The valley down…” he lifted a hand and pointed off in the distance.

“I know where and what the Glen is…” Connor assured him. “Your point?”

“Is that … well, George and I have been talking…”

“Oh, you … talk, now?”

“Yes, and he – we – think that it would be prudent to make our home there, away from the pack and the clan, and Dexter’s pack – which, let’s face it – can’t really handle another alpha like George…”

“Right – no – well…”

“So, George thought, as I do, that we could police each other – without risking a confrontation with the lesser…”

“Please don’t say lesser,” Connor warned. “That’s when fangs come out, and then there’s claws, and grrr…” he raised his hands and growled. “Or in your case – the woods burning down…”

“Fine!” He held up two large hands in front of him, and Connor noted just how damn big they were.

“So, the Glen? Good idea … you should start working on it just as soon as puppy love-true alpha has finished being held up in his cabin with his one true mate…” Connor lifted a hand and scratched at his head as he revisited his words… “Or, something like that.”

“Good.”

“Wonderful.”

“Do we need the meeting of the alphas to ask permission?” Roloko asked.

“Hmm … no. The glen isn’t the mountain, it’s the side of the mountain, and quite frankly they would probably breathe a non-fire breath of relief to have you gone,” he frowned. “Not that they don’t like…”

“It’s fine. I understand.”

“Ok. Good ….” Connor turned back towards the castle. “Now, tell me what I can use to get scorched dragon breath off my stone walls…”

He turned back, but Roloko was already gone.

“Speedy little…” Connor bit out. “Hmm, the Glen. That’s a good place to build another castle.”



The End.