Page 63 of Claimed By the Damned

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Knox

Ring, Ring.

Knox growled low as the four of them stared at the phone vibrating on the table in front of them, lit up with her father’s face. “Is that your dad again?”

They were sitting in their private booth down at the bar, hoping the alcohol and the calmer atmosphere would make Amara feel a bit better. Her father had been calling all day though, even while they were shopping for things she would need to live with them: clothes, toiletries, make-up, and shit like that.

They had to wait a few hours for her healing to take care of her injuries, so that she could move around and try things on easier, but they had all been more than happy to do so. While she had slept, with her head in Drake’s lap, the three of them spoke quietly about what the plan was should her father come after them.

He had managed to convince her to let them buy her a little bit of lingerie, which she had been on the fence about. However, they weren’t able to get her as much as they wanted to because they had insisted that they be the ones paying for it all, and after a while, she started to feel bad and forced them all to go home with what they had. At least, she had things to wear now though.

Beside him, Amara bit her bottom lip and nodded, watching her phone’s screen until it was sent to voicemail.

Zeke pulled her onto his lap, and she rested the back of her head against his chest. “All of this will blow over,” he told her gently.

She looked over at Knox, where he sat on her right, and then to Drake, who was on her left. “How can you guys be so sure?”

Zeke was the one who responded again. “Because there’s not much he can do.”

“You don’t know him like I do. He won’t stop.”

If he was being honest, Knox liked the idea of her father trying to come after them. It would give him an excuse to put an end to this by killing him, but because of the look on her face, he didn’t voice those thoughts out loud. Instead, he said, “We’ll see.”

“I still think this is a bad idea,” Amara added, fidgeting with the napkin on the table in front of her. She hadn’t spoken much since that morning, and he could tell that she was receding into herself a bit. He didn’t like it. “I hate the thought of you guys putting yourselves in unnecessary danger because of me.”

“The alternative is to allow you to be in danger, and that’s not going to happen,” Drake stated simply.

She lifted her eyebrow at him pointedly. “I’m in more danger by disobeying him.”

“I dare him to try anything,” Knox growled through clenched teeth.

When her hand gently squeezed his, he felt some of his rage dissipate. It had been shocking at first, knowing that she had that kind of calming effect on him, but now he had grown to love it.

“I love that you guys are so protective of me. But you know as well as I do that killing an alpha will only cause problems for you.”

“We are not worried about that, Princesa,” Zeke muttered, kissing the side of her neck. “Only you. We will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are safe and with us. That is what you want, right?”

Amara let out a contented sigh and snuggled back against Zeke. “Of course it is. But I want you guys safe too.”

When Zeke kissed her behind her ear, she visibly shivered, and Knox’s cock began to harden in his jeans. He readjusted himself as he said, “We’ve been in a lot of shitty situations. This time, the only difference is we have something that’s completely ours, something we’re fighting for.”

“And no one is going to take that away from us,” Drake added with determination.

“I just hope that you guys don’t come to regret this,” she said softly. “I hope you don’t suddenly realize that I’m not worth it.”

Zeke began to nibble on her ear. “You know that’s not possible, Princesa.”

Knox watched her chest rise and fall with her shaky breaths. “You need to stop doing that in public.”

Drake looked over at him from where he sat, a knowing look on his face. They both knew that Zeke was trying to take her mind off of this whole situation, and Knox was down for the distraction. He placed a hand on her bare thigh and slowly slid it up her leg, skimming the outer edge of her panties. “Or what?” he teased.

“People will see, Knox,” she gasped softly.

His smirk turned into a broad grin. “Then let them watch. We own the bar. We can do whatever we want.”

As he continued to tease her, she turned to Drake, her pupils blown wide due to her arousal, which they could all smell. “Are you just going to let him do this? I thought this was your place of business.”

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