Page 92 of Pucking the Enemy

Hazel:

I’m hiding in the bathroom. I turned up for a family dinner, and it ended up being my engagement party??? I don’t even know who the guy is.

Roman:

Hide until we get there.

Hazel:

My mother won’t allow that.

Sebastian:

Mingle and play nice, but DON’T let that fucker they’re calling your fiancé touch you.

Cormac:

No touchy!

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the phone screen. There was no way in hell I was going to allow a stranger to touch me, that was obvious.

Someone knocked on the door, making me wince. I knew exactly who it was before they even opened their mouth.

“Hazel!” my mother hissed through the door.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom, where I was met with her livid face. It was an anger that was concealed. To most people, her face looked happy, but I knew my mother, and I could see the muscle under her right eye starting to twitch. The tense way she held her jaw. She really wasn’t pleased. “You have been in there for far too long. Come on, you must socialize.”

“I don’t think I should, considering I’m not even aware that I was engaged!” I hissed back. We were in a hallway away from guests, but several could see us as they passed the entryway.

“Your father and I have given you a very good life, and we have done everything for you. This is the one thing we want you to do. It is a small thing, and it is for your own good.”

A small thing? My mother was referring to my engagement to a stranger as a small thing?

Before she could even attempt to pull me into the reception room, the sound of car doors slamming could be heard from outside, and I winced.

“Sweetness!” a familiar voice bellowed, throwing the door open. Something deep in my chest relaxed when I heard that voice.

Breathe.

You’ll survive this.

Maybe.

Standing in the doorway to my childhood home were four very pissed off, very sweet alphas, who I happened to have very strong feelings for.

Chapter 32

Phillip

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hazel was at her engagement party?

Engaged to someone that wasn’t one of us?

My stomach turned.

“Who the fuck do her parent’s think they are?” I thundered as I slammed my car door. Roman, Cormac, and I had sped to Hazel’s family home, pulling up to see Sebastian’s truck careening into the drive.

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