Page 74 of Wolf's Endgame

“Did he…did he ever talk to you about it?” When she turned her head completely away, I sensed she was hiding something from me. Walking around the counter, I stepped into her line of vision. “Talk to me, Cass.”

“He said…” I watched the tears spill over and handed her a tea towel as she tried to stop crying.

“He said what?”

“He said that just because I had an unused pussy didn’t make me special.” She sniffled a little. “He did apologize almost immediately afterwards.”

My anger flared within me, and I grabbed my best friend by the shoulders. “Your brother is an asshole.” Cass laughed despite her tears. “I love you both, I do, but he’s a jealous little prick with a tiny dick.”

“And how would you know about the size of my brother’s dick?” Cass tried to joke, but her eyes widened as she looked over my shoulder, which only meant one thing, and I closed my eyes briefly.

“Yes, please enlighten me, mate, how would you know?”

I did what I always did when caught in an awkward position. I went on the defensive. “Don’t judge me, Mr. I-Have-An-Understanding-With-Someone-For-Mutual-Benefits.”

“He has a what now?” Cass looked between us in confusion.

“A fuck buddy.”

“Oh.” Cass was still looking between us. “Past tense?”

I saw Cannon roll his eyes. “Obviously,” he grunted as he walked into the kitchen. He was wearing dark jeans and a dark blue T-shirt today. It made his green eyes pop, or maybe his eyes popped whatever he wore. The black boots on his feet had thick tread, yet he made no noise. I really needed to learn that skill.

Cannon kissed me briefly, pausing as he pulled away. “I’ll ask one more time, how do you know about his dick?”

Pushing him away, I glared at Cass when she giggled. “Because we’re shifters. I’ve seen him naked hundreds of times.”

Cannon pulled me into his body. “Is that right?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m your mate.”

“You’re my ridiculous mate.” Pushing him off me, I returned to my bread. “Nudity is common in the pack; you know it as well as I do.”

“Doesn’t mean I need to like it.” Cannon popped a walnut in his mouth, his attention on Cass. “You need to tell him.”

“You told?” she accused me.

“Yes, he’s my mate!”

“We all know, except the one person who should know,” Cannon told her. “We think it’s why your father has gone insane.” He saw Cass look at me quickly in confusion. “Humans call it a psychotic break. It seems that Kezia’s mother was the object of your father’s obsession. It was your father who killed Kezia’s parents and tried to kill her children. Years later, her son turns up at his pack, seeking refuge for himself and his little sister. Fast forward more years, and the son of his enemy is an alpha. Something Bale nor his son can be. Add to that, his daughter is this male’s mate. It’s a lot. Add on to that she’s pregnant—and it’s the last straw and he loses his shit.”

“I don’t…” Cass shook her head. “I think that’s a little far-fetched.”

“Which part?” Cannon asked casually as he ate more walnuts. “The fact he took in his obsession’s children or that he put collars made of silver around your neck?”

“You don’t know he was obsessed with her!”

Cannon went to speak, but I quieted them both.

“I do.” I dared not look at my mate as I spoke. “I know he was obsessed with my mom.” Avoiding looking at both of them, I spoke to the dough, once more left unattended, and scooping it up, I put it in a bowl to proof.

“Kezia?”

I ignored the questioning concern of my mate as I got the wrap for the bowl. “He told me I was just like her, that all I wanted was to be fucked by an alpha, like her. My mom.” Quickly I wiped away the tears. “He said that I didn’t think his boy was good enough, I only wanted an alpha.”

“Dad?”

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