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Lennox groaned and grunted, his jaw clenching and his breathing coming out in pants through his teeth.

“You said… you wouldn’t… touch me… anymore,” he seethed between his breaths.

I grinned at him. “I said I wouldn’t touch you anymore,” I replied. “I never said anything about them,” I added, nodding at Nolan and Sebastian, who flanked his chair, both staring at him with almost identical looks of excitement and vengeance.

Lennox’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake with his bargain, and his pale skin got even paler under his bruising.

I chuckled and leaned against the wall by the door, pulling Haven in front of me and wrapping my left arm around her waist. My right hand took her chin and turned her face towards mine, exposing the scars on her neck even more.

“Don’t forget what I told you,” I reminded her, the pad of my thumb caressing her bottom lip.

She nodded, her eyes darting to my lips. Without hesitation, I tilted my head down to meet her lips with mine, my fingers stroking down her jaw and her neck, tracing over her scars.

“That’s cute,” Lennox chuckled from his chair, but I ignored him, keeping my focus on my mate, my nose brushing over her cheek as I took in her scent. “Bringing her in here, flaunting her in front of me. But I had her first. I took her virginity. I got to taste and feel her sweet little pussy first.”

The growl I released was cut short by Haven’s sharp laugh. “You weren’t my first,” she said, shaking her head as she looked at him. “I wasn’t a virgin when we started dating,” she told him, her voice and face cold.

Lennox blinked but otherwise didn’t react, his face showing he didn’t care, although I knew it bothered him more than he let on. “Well, I still had you before he did,” he pointed out, using whatever he could think of to hold over me.

But Haven just shrugged, leaning back against my chest with her small body. “Maybe. But he’s still given me something you were never able to give me.”

“And what is that?” he snarled.

“An orgasm.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and lowered my head to her shoulder to hide the amusement on my face. The fingers of my left hand spread so my thumb grazed the side of her breast, and my right hand moved to her leg, massaging her thigh through her leggings. Her head tilted to expose her neck for me, and I gave it a small kiss right on her pulse point.

“Damn, she’s good.” Sebastian chuckled through the link.

“That’s our luna,” Nolan said, his words laced with pride.

“And you thought it would be too much for her,” Sebastian added. “I think it’s safe to say you were actually more worried about how you’d be with her here than about how she’d be.”

My arms wrapped around her tighter, one across her waist and the other across her chest, pulling her close into my body, as close as I could. The next part was the part I was worried about. Her seeing what we’d do to him to get him to talk.

“It’s going to get ugly,” I whispered to her. “Seb can be brutal. We can leave now if you want.”

“Wes, I told you, I will be fine,” she replied, her hands rubbing my arms and leaving those delicious sparks in their wake. “Trust me on this.”

I inhaled and exhaled, taking in her sweet scent. Seb was right. It wasn’t her reaction I was worried about, but my reaction to having her with us. But I needed to trust her, and trust our bond, and trust that Selene knew what she was doing when she made Haven my mate. My luna.

“Start questioning him,” I ordered Nolan and Sebastian.

CHAPTER 66

WESLEY

“Why do you believe she is Selene’s daughter?” Sebastian asked Lennox.

I pulled my face out of my mate’s neck to watch, tucking her so the top of her head was under my chin. Sebastian paced back and forth in front of Lennox, and Lennox moved his eyes away from Haven and me and to Sebastian. But his lips pressed together, and his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with defiance.

“Don’t feel like talking yet?” Sebastian asked, kicking the leg of the chair.

The movement from his foot meeting the metal rattled the whole chair, making Lennox wince and grunt. His eyes closed, but he still said nothing.

“That’s fine.” Sebastian shrugged. “I’ve had plenty of time to think about what I want to do to you. Both while I was hunting you down and while my brother did his version of ‘torture’ on you,” he continued, stalking over to the tray of tools.

With practiced precision, he pulled on the gloves we’d wear when using tools infused with silver or wolfsbane. He stood so Lennox had an unobstructed view of his hands as he picked up a silver knife and dipped it into the container of wolfsbane.

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