lifted Breshia’s hair and dropped it again like it had been made of fire.
A long, low chuckle came from Logan’s throat as he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Dillon, tell me you didn’t do this in front of Thomas.”
“Do what?” Bron asked.
“She’s mine now,” Dillon said low.
“Yours how?” the alpha asked slowly.
Breshia turned and lifted her hair so they could see the fresh bite wound on her neck.
“Welp,” the woman said in a cheerful sounding voice. “You can’t boot her now. She’s clan.”
“I’m clan?” Breshia breathed.
Bron was standing above them, shaking his head back and forth, cheeks growing redder by the second. The air crackled with power and grew heavy across Breshia’s shoulders as he said, “Please tell me you didn’t do this to force my hand.”
“Wasn’t thinking about you at all when I did it. I was thinking I didn’t want that asshole lion shifter anywhere near her. He did this to her back before her heat cycle even started. What do you think he would’ve done to her if he was allowed to breed her?”
Logan looked sick and the woman covered her mouth and made a small, sympathetic sound deep in her throat.
“Do you even realize how serious claiming a mate is, Dillon?” Bron spat out. “Because you aren’t acting like it. This is forever for her kind. She’ll bear your mark for the rest of her life. You’ve now killed her shot at ever finding a real mate.”
“I am a real mate!” Dillon roared. “Don’t talk to me about the importance of claiming. I know! I thought I’d never find a mate, because no one in either of our clans fit my bear. Then Breshia comes along and wakes my animal right up. I couldn’t just let her go back to her life to be abused at the hands of her own damned people. Now banish me or bleed me, but don’t give me a lecture on the intricacies of bonded relationships. She’s mine.”
Holy shit, Dillon had just claimed her in more important ways than even the mark on her neck. He’d gone head to head with his own alpha to keep her. She was trying not to cry, but it was the most romantic thing she’d ever witnessed, and it was happening to her.
“Change,” Bron demanded.
Without hesitation, Dillon immediately pulled his shirt over his head.
“Come on, Breshia,” the woman said, holding out her hand. “Let’s give the boys some room.”
Dillon pulled her close and pressed his lips against her hairline. “Don’t watch,” he murmured against her skin.
Wide-eyed and terrified, she padded up the steps and took the woman’s offered hand, then followed her straight through the front door and into an oversized living room.
The tears she’d been holding back hadn’t a chance in the world now. A roar rattled the house, followed by an answering bellow, and Breshia hunched in on herself and covered her ears.
“Is he going to hurt Dillon?” she asked, panic flaring until she couldn’t think straight.
“Of course he is. It’s what they do.” The woman’s concerned, caramel colored eyes gave away every emotion. “He’ll live though. I’m Samantha, Bron’s mate.” He held out her hand for a shake and Breshia pressed her palm lightly against it.
“How do you know?”
“Because they’re best friends. Have been forever. They’ll fight and then everything will be fine. They’ll put their noggins together tomorrow and figure out solutions to what has them all riled up, but first, they have to bleed. It’s the way of men, and it’s the way of bears. Shifters are violent little monsters, but of course,” she said, her voice going soft, “you already know all about that.”
In an obvious attempt to distract her, Samantha showed her around the house. It still smelled like fresh-cut sawdust, and she explained that the last house had burned. It was horrible, what this clan had gone through with Bron’s brother’s murder and the struggle they went through to find out who did it. Still, it was
A long, low chuckle came from Logan’s throat as he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Dillon, tell me you didn’t do this in front of Thomas.”
“Do what?” Bron asked.
“She’s mine now,” Dillon said low.
“Yours how?” the alpha asked slowly.
Breshia turned and lifted her hair so they could see the fresh bite wound on her neck.
“Welp,” the woman said in a cheerful sounding voice. “You can’t boot her now. She’s clan.”
“I’m clan?” Breshia breathed.
Bron was standing above them, shaking his head back and forth, cheeks growing redder by the second. The air crackled with power and grew heavy across Breshia’s shoulders as he said, “Please tell me you didn’t do this to force my hand.”
“Wasn’t thinking about you at all when I did it. I was thinking I didn’t want that asshole lion shifter anywhere near her. He did this to her back before her heat cycle even started. What do you think he would’ve done to her if he was allowed to breed her?”
Logan looked sick and the woman covered her mouth and made a small, sympathetic sound deep in her throat.
“Do you even realize how serious claiming a mate is, Dillon?” Bron spat out. “Because you aren’t acting like it. This is forever for her kind. She’ll bear your mark for the rest of her life. You’ve now killed her shot at ever finding a real mate.”
“I am a real mate!” Dillon roared. “Don’t talk to me about the importance of claiming. I know! I thought I’d never find a mate, because no one in either of our clans fit my bear. Then Breshia comes along and wakes my animal right up. I couldn’t just let her go back to her life to be abused at the hands of her own damned people. Now banish me or bleed me, but don’t give me a lecture on the intricacies of bonded relationships. She’s mine.”
Holy shit, Dillon had just claimed her in more important ways than even the mark on her neck. He’d gone head to head with his own alpha to keep her. She was trying not to cry, but it was the most romantic thing she’d ever witnessed, and it was happening to her.
“Change,” Bron demanded.
Without hesitation, Dillon immediately pulled his shirt over his head.
“Come on, Breshia,” the woman said, holding out her hand. “Let’s give the boys some room.”
Dillon pulled her close and pressed his lips against her hairline. “Don’t watch,” he murmured against her skin.
Wide-eyed and terrified, she padded up the steps and took the woman’s offered hand, then followed her straight through the front door and into an oversized living room.
The tears she’d been holding back hadn’t a chance in the world now. A roar rattled the house, followed by an answering bellow, and Breshia hunched in on herself and covered her ears.
“Is he going to hurt Dillon?” she asked, panic flaring until she couldn’t think straight.
“Of course he is. It’s what they do.” The woman’s concerned, caramel colored eyes gave away every emotion. “He’ll live though. I’m Samantha, Bron’s mate.” He held out her hand for a shake and Breshia pressed her palm lightly against it.
“How do you know?”
“Because they’re best friends. Have been forever. They’ll fight and then everything will be fine. They’ll put their noggins together tomorrow and figure out solutions to what has them all riled up, but first, they have to bleed. It’s the way of men, and it’s the way of bears. Shifters are violent little monsters, but of course,” she said, her voice going soft, “you already know all about that.”
In an obvious attempt to distract her, Samantha showed her around the house. It still smelled like fresh-cut sawdust, and she explained that the last house had burned. It was horrible, what this clan had gone through with Bron’s brother’s murder and the struggle they went through to find out who did it. Still, it was
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