Agreed?”
“That is your brother? Steven?”
“That’s him.”
Gregor nodded. “Then I guess I have to agree.”
Chapter 8
The house where the Dire Wolves lived was an attractive brown bungalow located in an older neighborhood only a mile away from hers. There were two choppers parked on the front lawn, one was vibrant silver with a custom painted Dire Wolf on the gas tank and the other was fire-engine red with flames. Gregor parked his midnight-black cycle next to the others and helped Eleana off the back.
With his hand on the small of her back he escorted Eleana inside. The living room was small but cozy and filled with intoxicating scents. From the well lit kitchen wafted the inviting aroma of a freshly cooked breakfast. Delightful fragrances of smoked bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and fresh brewed coffee made her stomach rumble. “Mmm, who’s the wonderful cook?” she asked.
Gregor brought her into the kitchen where a striking dark-haired man was standing by the counter pouring steaming coffee into four large mugs.
“He is,” Gregor said, gesturing to the cook. “This is Nick my great-grandson. Nick, this is Eleana.”
Nick put down the coffeepot and wiped his hands on a dish rag. He offered his hand to her and Eleana shook it. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet you, Eleana,” he said. His yellow eyes were calm and friendly and Eleana decided she could definitely get used to be surrounded by such gorgeous men all the time. Getting to sleep with them was even better.
Sitting at the kitchen table was another large man with long blond hair and striking Nordic looks. He too had yellow eyes and they moved intimately over her face like a caress. He stood up and extended his hand to Eleana. “And I’m Boris. I joined Gregor and Nick about six months ago.”
“Hello,” she said, shaking his hand.
“Won’t you join us for breakfast?” Nick asked.
Eleana didn’t need to be told twice. She was starving. Taking advantage of the chair Gregor had pulled out for her, she plopped down. Although she was dead tired from being up all night, she was more hungry than anything else. Nick set a plate in front of her piled high with bacon and eggs. It smelled so good Eleana had to stop herself from gobbling it down in minutes. She didn’t want to look like an ill-mannered bumpkin having just met them.
Boris sat down again on her right and dug into his own breakfast. “Does your pack know you’re with us?” he asked, pausing in mid-sentence to take a sip of coffee.
“Um,” Eleana said. “No, not exactly.”
Boris glanced at Gregor. “Her people will be worried. They’re bound to come here looking for her.”
“Don’t worry,” Gregor said. “After she gets some sleep I’ll take her back so she can talk to them.”
Boris got up and poured himself another cup of coffee. He came over and refilled her cup as well. Eleana beamed at him. “I can take her if you like,” Boris offered as he took his seat again. Nick joined them with a plate piled higher than even Gregor’s. She guessed the cook had his privileges.
Eleana expected Gregor to be annoyed or jealous over Boris offering to take her back but instead the leader just smiled. She decided she liked his smile, it made him look younger and less severe. But she’d definitely have to work on that beard.
“I don’t mind,” Gregor said. “As long as the lady has no objection.”
“No,” Eleana said, talking with a mouth full of eggs. “I don’t mind at all.” Having three men all to herself was beginning to kick some serious ass. She loved it.
The breakfast was loads of fun and very informative. All three males took turns filling her in on the Dire Wolves’ tragic history up to this point. They told her about the packs of the ancient past and how revered the alpha females were. She was also surprised to hear that females were the primary hunters and ran almost all pack affairs. The male alpha was