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Contemplating what he knew and what he thought he knew. “You do all this shit to protect your family?”
“If by shit you mean running a successful business by using the greed of the humans in the area against them, then yes. I do this shit to protect my family. And Charmeine.”
“What about the hookers? This to protect them, too?”
That got a reaction. Finn looked positively livid. “We don’t deal in sex, no matter what you think. Your mate would chop my balls off if I even brought that up as an option.”
“She sounds pleasant.” Mammon couldn’t control the sarcastic sneer in his voice.
Finn just grinned, though. “Charmeine Byrne is amazing and strong, an Omega who truly lives up to the legend. She pulls people in, cares for them even to her own detriment. She loves the shifters we protect with her entire soul. Pleasant isn’t a necessity in her world.”
Mammon’s jaw almost dropped. Charmeine was an Omega…he should have put that together. Until Bez had found Sariel, no Dire Wolf had been mated by the fates in hundreds upon hundreds of years. So color them all surprised when, a year later, Levi found his Amy. Both fated matches, both women Omega shewolves—ones surrounded by myths and legends of powers to hold packs together. Ones supposedly descended from the Dire Wolves that had brought him and his pack brothers into the world. She was part of his pack, even if she never accepted his claim on her as her mate.
Finn watched Mammon quietly, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts, he guessed. Not too much time, though.
“She’s torn about you,” Finn said finally, cocking his head when Mammon jerked back in surprise. “She’s not heartless, and the mating pull affects her just as much as it does you. This situation is very confusing.”
“I can understand that feeling.”
“Yes, I bet you can.” Finn tapped on the window separating the back from the front. “We’ll head back to the parking lot now. Come by for dinner tomorrow.”
The abruptness caused Mammon to blurt out a confused, “What?”
Finn raised a single eyebrow. “Dinner. It’s a meal usually served in the evenings, sometimes called supper. As in to sup or to break bread. Let’s say seven, does that work for you?”
“What? Why?”
“All these questions.” Finn rolled his eyes. “The answer to what is a meal. The answer to why is to get to know Charmeine better and give her a chance to know you.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Finn laughed. Guffawed, really. “Not at all. I have a feeling one of us will be crawling out of the dining room cupping our nuts before the meal is over. I’m sort of hoping it’s you, to be honest.”
Mammon huffed a laugh. “Gee, thanks.”
Moments later, they came to a stop in the parking lot where the ride had begun. Mammon stepped out of the car, suddenly a little uncomfortable about what was to come. Nervous even. An alien sensation to the normally gruff shifter.
“So…” He took a deep breath, hanging on to the top of the door a little too tightly. “Tomorrow?”
“Seven. Be prompt. Charmeine hates tardiness.” Finn nodded once before Mammon closed the door and backed away. The car immediately took off, speeding through the night in a shower of dust and taillights.
Leaving Mammon feeling even more out of sorts.
“What the fuck just happened?”
The night didn’t answer, though. Nothing did. So Mammon mounted his bike, giving himself a moment to sit and let his mind calm down. Dinner…with his mate and her BFF…both of whom he should despise. Totally not a big deal, right? Still, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick group text to Phego and Deus. He may have gone to Finn’s house on his own the first night, but not this time. He had the element of surprise working for him then. This time, that advantage went to the O’Rourkes.
Mammon wouldn’t be going in without backup.
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T he closets were too small , the lighting too fluorescent, and the
“If by shit you mean running a successful business by using the greed of the humans in the area against them, then yes. I do this shit to protect my family. And Charmeine.”
“What about the hookers? This to protect them, too?”
That got a reaction. Finn looked positively livid. “We don’t deal in sex, no matter what you think. Your mate would chop my balls off if I even brought that up as an option.”
“She sounds pleasant.” Mammon couldn’t control the sarcastic sneer in his voice.
Finn just grinned, though. “Charmeine Byrne is amazing and strong, an Omega who truly lives up to the legend. She pulls people in, cares for them even to her own detriment. She loves the shifters we protect with her entire soul. Pleasant isn’t a necessity in her world.”
Mammon’s jaw almost dropped. Charmeine was an Omega…he should have put that together. Until Bez had found Sariel, no Dire Wolf had been mated by the fates in hundreds upon hundreds of years. So color them all surprised when, a year later, Levi found his Amy. Both fated matches, both women Omega shewolves—ones surrounded by myths and legends of powers to hold packs together. Ones supposedly descended from the Dire Wolves that had brought him and his pack brothers into the world. She was part of his pack, even if she never accepted his claim on her as her mate.
Finn watched Mammon quietly, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts, he guessed. Not too much time, though.
“She’s torn about you,” Finn said finally, cocking his head when Mammon jerked back in surprise. “She’s not heartless, and the mating pull affects her just as much as it does you. This situation is very confusing.”
“I can understand that feeling.”
“Yes, I bet you can.” Finn tapped on the window separating the back from the front. “We’ll head back to the parking lot now. Come by for dinner tomorrow.”
The abruptness caused Mammon to blurt out a confused, “What?”
Finn raised a single eyebrow. “Dinner. It’s a meal usually served in the evenings, sometimes called supper. As in to sup or to break bread. Let’s say seven, does that work for you?”
“What? Why?”
“All these questions.” Finn rolled his eyes. “The answer to what is a meal. The answer to why is to get to know Charmeine better and give her a chance to know you.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Finn laughed. Guffawed, really. “Not at all. I have a feeling one of us will be crawling out of the dining room cupping our nuts before the meal is over. I’m sort of hoping it’s you, to be honest.”
Mammon huffed a laugh. “Gee, thanks.”
Moments later, they came to a stop in the parking lot where the ride had begun. Mammon stepped out of the car, suddenly a little uncomfortable about what was to come. Nervous even. An alien sensation to the normally gruff shifter.
“So…” He took a deep breath, hanging on to the top of the door a little too tightly. “Tomorrow?”
“Seven. Be prompt. Charmeine hates tardiness.” Finn nodded once before Mammon closed the door and backed away. The car immediately took off, speeding through the night in a shower of dust and taillights.
Leaving Mammon feeling even more out of sorts.
“What the fuck just happened?”
The night didn’t answer, though. Nothing did. So Mammon mounted his bike, giving himself a moment to sit and let his mind calm down. Dinner…with his mate and her BFF…both of whom he should despise. Totally not a big deal, right? Still, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick group text to Phego and Deus. He may have gone to Finn’s house on his own the first night, but not this time. He had the element of surprise working for him then. This time, that advantage went to the O’Rourkes.
Mammon wouldn’t be going in without backup.
8
T he closets were too small , the lighting too fluorescent, and the
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