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“No shit,” Brody barked a laugh. “I love her too.”

“Alright, let’s go tell her what’s happening.”

“Yep. Our mate is gonna be in her first rodeo.”

As long as it wasn’t her last, Mayne would be fine.

Grrr.

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After she located and charged her dead as a doornail cell phone, Ani texted and called both her sisters to let them know she was safe. They’d left her dozens of messages, so she figured they’d earned the right to complain. Imagine her shock when both of her siblings turned out to have Shifter mates of their own!

“I don’t believe this. All three of us are mated to our own Alpha and Omega pair?”

“Dreams really come true, I guess. Ani, aren’t you happy with your guys?” Ginger asked through their staticky connection.

“Yes. I mean, they are great, really. Look, Ginger, I have to go,” she said when she heard the door open. “Give Daddy my love when you go home. It might be a while before I get there.”

“Sure, love, and call me when you get a chance!”

“I will, Ginger. Bye,” she said and clicked the phone.

“Ani?”

“Love?” Brody reached her first. The big Alpha wrapped her in his arms and scooped her off the floor. He carried her to the sofa that sat against the far wall.

In truth, the bedroom was more like a suite, and she loved all the space, even if she was itching to decorate. Mayne leaned over, taking a deep breath and kissed her neck right over the place he’d marked her that morning. The resulting shock waves shot straight to her sex, and she sighed as he rested his hand on her shoulder.

“We have some news,” Brody said. He sat down, placing her between them, and she felt his husky voice rumbling pleasantly through the places they touched.

Damn. The man was sex on legs. He was brimming with natural confidence that bordered on arrogance. The Wolf was so damn sexy, she was sure it wouldn’t matter even if he was a cocky bastard. But for all his grinning bad boy ways, Brody had been nothing but stalwart and tenderly affectionate toward her.

“You accepted a she-Wolf’s challenge,” Mayne said, and she heard the hint of despair in his voice.

Ani tried not to let her own fears run away with her. The time they’d been in the other room, yes, she’d called her sisters, but she’d also been doing some research. Ginger was the resident romance novel queen among the Freeman girls, and according to the books they shared, a challenge was a fight to the death.

It was as bad as it sounded, and Ani damn near lost her shit thinking about it.

How was she going to fare against some supernaturally strong beyotch?

There was no way. She’d finally found happiness just to have it ripped from her grasp.

Who knew trusting in herself would result in such agony?

And yeah, she meant agony. Not only the physical kind she was sure to feel at Megan the maniac’s claws, but the emotional kind as well. Ani’s heart was breaking.

Fuck.

Fuckety. Fuck.

“I know,” she replied. “And I am sorry, I mean it. But I just can’t let her have you. Either of you.”

“Well, technically she wants Brody,” Mayne inserted, and she rolled her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter. You come as a pair, and I might just be human, but you guys claimed me. You’re mine!”

Heat pulsed through her, and she realized her sudden proclamation had a surprising effect on her men. Cocks hardened against her hips as they turned together, growls in their throats. Brody took her mouth first, forcefully pushing his tongue into her mouth, touching every inch, and filling her with burning need.

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