The Alpha's Other Woman by Vielle Nye (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

"You know it's fine. And look at you. Last time I saw you, you were exiled, and now here you are in your own place, and with a little one on the way. I couldn't be happier for you." Madeline smiled widely.

Samantha nodded. "Me neither. I can't believe I'll be running a clinic rather than just working in one. Speaking of, did you ever see a proper doctor about that flash of light, Carrie?”

I smiled apologetically. “Well...”

“Carrie. You know better! You don’t just get visual hallucinations and ignore them. You need to take care of yourself so that you can take care of Glenshadow, right?”

She was right. Darn Samantha and her unfailing ability to hit the guilt bullseye. “Things were just really busy, you know?”

“They’ll always be busy.” She rolled her eyes. “I can already see what my number one job as clinical director is going to be.”

Well, she could try. I chuckled.

Samantha let the topic go, although I knew she would circle back around to it like a dog with a bone. “Well, at least now I won't have to watch what I call my alpha. The worst thing you ever did to me was get 'Asshole Dane' stuck in my head, Carrie."

Okay, that was pretty funny. I tried to hide my reaction, but it was hard when even Madeline chuckled at Samantha's comment. Still, I tried. "Sorry about that. I've more or less forgiven him, at least enough to have professional interpack dealings, but the name still amuses me."

Samantha grinned. "Well, I don't care about that now that I'm here. Thanks for the transfer, Asshole Dane!"

We giggled like we were immature teens again, but I just didn't care.

Afterwards, I showed Madeline to a washroom to freshen up and while we waited Samantha updated me on everything she could think of: that Anna planned to come and visit someday soon, how my parents' preparation to join my sister's pack was going, the fact that John, our soon to be new delta, wouldn't arrive driving the moving truck for at least another hour because they'd left him in the dust. While she was talking, my mate walked over.

"Thought I'd come meet our new healer," he said.

"This is my mate, Jason," I introduced quickly.

"It's very nice to meet you, alpha."

"You too, but Jason is fine."

She smiled, clearly impressed by him. Pride filled me that he was mine.

Madeline returned and I introduced her. Jason did that thing where he looked effortlessly sexy and Madeline gave me a look of wide-eyed approval and cupped her hand towards me, as if any of the werewolf ears around wouldn't easily pick up a whisper. "Well now, isn't he impressively handsome? You sure hit the jackpot, Carrie."

From anyone else, those words would have aggravated my wolf, but from her it was just too cute.

"Didn't I, though?" I agreed in a conspiratorial whisper, and Samantha laughed again.

Jason looped his arm across my back to rest his hand on my hip, and I could feel the warm tingles even through my shirt. "I get the feeling I'm being objectified, babe."

"Oh, you are constantly being objectified, believe me."

"Hmmm. I think maybe I like it."

With that appealing smirk I would never, ever admit I loved, he turned to Samantha and Madeline as he suggested, "Why don't we give our new members a tour, babe?"

I pecked him on the cheek, and then that's just what we did.