Page 84 of Seduced By the Werewolves

I stare at her, then shake my head and walk over to Leon, who’s already holding out his hand to me. I take it in mine.

“No, Mom.” I inhale a deep, calming breath. I’ve practiced this in my head. I can do it. “I’m seeing all of them.”

Quinn waves. “Hi, Mrs. Dockett! I’m really glad to meet you, I’m Quinn, and I’ve heard?—”

“Four of them?” Mom asks, her eyebrows rising ever higher on her forehead. “That can’t be right.”

“No, she has it all correct.” Eli takes my other hand and kisses me on the cheek, as if to prove his point.

“H-h-how…” Mom trails off, glancing between them and me. “I don’t understand, Tiffany.”

“Then how about you let us in and I’ll explain?” I try to keep my game face on. Eli squeezes my hand to give me courage. “All of us.”

Too flabbergasted to object, my mother steps aside at the door. Leon walks in first, keeping his hold on me, and I follow behind. The other three file into the house. I never thought it was particularly small before, but with all four of them here it feels shockingly cramped.

No wonder their den is huge.

“I don’t think I have enough chairs,” my mother frets. She’s completely off-balance, and it gratifies me a little. She leads us all into the dining room, which was clearly set up for just three people.

“There are some folding chairs in the basement,” I remind her.

“Oh, gosh, yes, thank you.” Mom hurries away, leaving us standing in the living room.

Quinn gazes around at the atrociously outdated decor. Everything has flowers on it of some kind, and often the patterns clash. The room is cast in a yellow glow because of the gauzy curtains hanging over the windows.

“Charming,” he says, inspecting the grandfather clock—one of many large items squashed into this little room.

Mom returns a moment later with more chairs, looking stressed and harried. “I don’t think I made enough for this many people,” she says, wringing her hands. “Maybe I should order pizza.”

“It’s fine, Mrs. Dockett,” Leon says, stepping toward her. His voice has that eerie boom to it, the one he uses when he tells me to take my clothes off, or suck on his cock, or take a deep breath when I’m overwhelmed. “We’re just here to meet Tiff’s mother. That’s what’s important.”

Her eyes travel from his boots, up his toned thighs to his thick chest, then to his face. She gasps when she sees his bright blue eyes.

“Wow, you have such dark hair, though,” she says. Then she shoots me a deadly look. “Is this some kind of joke, Tiffany? Are you trying to make me look silly?”

“What?” I don’t know what to say. “Why would I do that?”

“Four incredibly hot men.” She gestures at them. “All of them? Dating you?”

I can’t miss the way she says you.

“What do you mean by that?” Eli asks, taking a step forward so he’s level with Leon. “You don’t think Tiff deserves that kind of love?”

Mom stares at him blankly. “Love?”

I let out a deep breath. This is going off the rails, fast. “Let’s sit down and eat,” I finally say, hoping the guys will retract their claws. “Do you want me to help you get the food, Mom?”

As if startled from a daze, Mom nods hastily and leads me into the kitchen. The moment we’re alone, she rounds on me.

“You have to be joking,” she says, eyes narrowing. “You can’t date four men, Tiffany. That’s not how it works.”

I return her look. “Why not? They all care about me.” I hesitate. “They love me. And I love them.”

Mom shakes her head like she’s disappointed in me. Not that it would be anything new if she was. “I can’t believe you. What will people think?”

“People will think whatever they want. It has nothing to do with me or the life I’m living.” This is always how it is with her. What other people see has always meant more to her than my actual happiness.

“And what kind of life is that? Sleeping with four men at once. That’s just not how society works.” She rubs her temples. “I can’t believe my daughter would be such a slut.”

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