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“Seems like a lot of people spend a lot of time bending over backward to make you happy, Coop.” Dean shrugged. “Maybe sometimes it’d be kinder to let them.”
Even if Park was in the house, Cooper might choose to spend time by himself. But knowing Park was there, that Cooper could debrief the day, hear his opinions, intersect his orbit at whim, was, well, something he’d come to depend on.
Cooper had never bothered to get his Alpha Quotient retested and still didn’t know what his actual score was.
Park insisted it was fine. He was a big boy who could stand up for himself and say no, even if he did see Cooper as his alpha. He swore he was getting something out of this, too. Cooper just had no idea what.
As you’re living with one of us now, someone ought to teach you basic werewolf etiquette. Lesson number one, never draw attention to others’ private scents.
“Werewolf etiquette lesson number two: the naked body is not inherently sexual and should never be treated as such unless explicitly invited to do so.”
Have you heard the term slipping?” Cooper shook his head, and Eli explained, “It’s basically being able to shift specific parts of your body without triggering a full change.
In some ways, their entire relationship had felt like tripping down a cliff side. Shoved over the edge into the unknown, stumbling over all sorts of obstacles and pitfalls that hadn’t done a whole hell of a lot to slow them down, caught, as they were, in the slipstream of gravity. Pulled by a momentum so powerful, so inevitable, that it was never even an option to stop falling. The only concern—whether they would hit the bottom on their feet or their faces.
“Dreams change. People change. Please just don’t stop giving me the chance to change with you.”
“I was frustrated last night. Scared, too,” he said quietly. “Maybe I still am. But never miserable. Not once since the day I picked your awkward ass up at the airport and watched you fidget and check me out and mumble to yourself, lost in the case file the whole drive to Florence. It makes me happy, working with you.”
“The being we call the Moon is not necessarily a wolf,” Cola said. “They’re just supposed to be...powerful. Someone able to influence wolves in unprecedented ways. An alpha unlike all others. Someone destined to change the status quo. Your alpha quotient is quite literally off the charts. Your results indicate unprecedented power.
“You know, before they organized themselves as the Wolf Independence Party, WIP wolves were merely known as independents.” “All right,” Cooper said slowly, watching Eli watch the rain. “And before they modernized themselves, the independents were known as lone wolves.”
