Page 55 of Pucking the Enemy

And straight into Sebastian.

He stood in the hallway, his hand raised, as if he was about to knock. His eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of Roman.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said, his eyes firmly on Roman as his face warped into anger.

Roman didn’t miss a beat. “Hey, Sebby! How’ve you been?” he asked cheerfully.

My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear my blood rushing through my ears as my vision spun.

Of all the times for Seb to visit me, he had to pick the one hour the entirety of Pack Kingswood was packing up my nest?

Just my fucking luck.

“Seb!” I cried, infusing my voice with false happiness, desperately hoping to defuse the situation before it blew up. I pushed past Roman, standing between the pair of them.

Sebastian looked between Roman and me, his mouth agape. I could practically see the cogs turning in his mind.

“What are they doing here?” he asked, his voice strangled.

Before I could reply, Roman decided to butt in. “Oh, we are just packing up Duchess’s things. We all agreed it would be nice if she had her nest stuff at the pack house.”

“What?!” Sebastian’s cry was hardly audible as his head whipped between us. “Hazelnut, tell me this is a joke!”

“It’s not,” I said, keeping my tone level and firm as hurt flashed across his face.

“What the hell are you doing with these assholes?”

“Well, we are going to be a family in a few short months, and considering how Hazel’s been unwell, we’re going to be looking after her.” Roman shrugged. “Now, we need to get moving. We have plenty of boxes to pack up in the car.”

Seb choked on thin air, his body convulsing with shock. “They’re the fathers?”

Looking at the ground, I nodded. The last thing I wanted was Seb’s anger and judgment.

“Why the fuck did you go after her? You’ve done some pretty shitty things, Kingswood, but this is a low fucking blow.”

My head whipped up just in time to see Roman’s fist making contact with Seb’s face. One quick, sharp hit to his eye, sending him reeling back.

“Roman!” I cried, going to take a step forward, only to be stopped by an arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me back into a chest. Phillip.

“Don’t get in the middle of those two,” he said.

“He’s still my friend,” I told Phillip, turning to look at him with a frown.

“Never assume what my intentions with Hazel were. How fucking dare you.” Roman’s voice was a low and dangerous snarl. It was the angriest I had ever seen him, and had I not been locked into Phillip’s embrace, I would have shrunk back.

Seb righted himself, his cheek already darkening, his eye swelling. He let out a rueful laugh. “Oh? And what else am I supposed to assume when I find out that out of all the women in fucking California, you chose to fuck and impregnate my best friend?” he growled.

“We had zero idea who Hazel was to you,” Cormac said casually. “We just thought she was an amazing woman. Now, do you agree with that, or do you think she would only attract the attention of men like us… because of another man?”

My eyebrows raised at that statement. Cormac had a point.

Maybe I snagged these guys because I was hot…

Who was I kidding? It was a one-night stand, turned one-heat stand… turned pregnancy.

“I know she’s amazing!” Seb snarled, before turning to me. “Hazelnut, surely you can’t be moving in with them?”

I took a deep breath. “I am.”

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