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Heat flushed up my face as he carried me into the lovely home.

It was even bigger inside, with twelve-foot ceilings and huge, male-sized couches.

“Ah… well, I grew up with shifters, and we aren’t mated yet…” I swallowed, waiting for the reproach for speaking out of turn, but nothing came.

So, I continued. “But it’s a beautiful gesture. Thank you.”

My stomach gurgled loudly. I gasped, putting my hands to my belly.

Tayte grinned. “You’re hungry. What can we get you?”

I swallowed hard as acid reflux made my mouth taste terrible.

“I have trouble keeping anything down at the moment. But if you have some water? Or plain crackers.”

One of the men, the smallest of the three, marched over to the kitchen and pulled out a box.

He brought the biscuits back and handed them to me without saying a word.

“Thank you…. Ah…?”

“Dane.”

He was annoyed, and although I wasn’t sure exactly why, I knew I was the cause of it. And that upset me. Enough to make my stomach flip.

I took the biscuit box. “I’m sorry, Dane. I seem to have done something wrong.”

His face softened and his shoulders dropped, relaxing a little.

“It’s not your fault. I know… I’m just…” He looked towards Tayte and the other one.

I felt drawn to touch him and I wasn’t sure why.

“What is it?”

Tayte grabbed my hand and dragged me to the couch.

“Have a seat and we’ll explain what’s going on.”

I sat where he told me, amazed to find the furniture so new. So clean. And it wasn’t just the furniture. The whole house was spotless. Not a cigarette butt or beer bottle in sight.

I crossed my legs and grabbed some crackers, chomping on them and moaning softly when they settled the nerves in my belly.

Maybe I’d been too hasty in assuming my morning sickness had disappeared?

“Okay.”

The three men stood before me like lecturers.

“Ah…” Tayte stopped and the medium-sized one rolled his eyes.

I think I heard earlier his name was Sam… maybe. My memory wasn’t that great.

No one was talking, so I decided I may as well help them.

They seemed lost.

“Nevaeh told me that in this pack all the men have been put into triad families.”


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