Page 37 of My Pucking Family

Khaos walks into the room like he owns the place as I follow in behind him.

“Men, you know Khaos; and Leera, I believe you've met,” I begin, trying to break the ice, but it falls flat. Leera's crossed her arms across her chest in what she thinks is an intimidating pose, when really, she's just pushing her perfect little breasts up higher in the air.

“Care to share with the class, Boss,” Benny grunts.

“Not entirely; Khaos, Leera, and I need to have aconversation. Once that's over with, we'll fill the rest of you in.”

I'm met with bewildered stares when I add to my men,It's Leera's business to share with you, not mine.

It didn't help with the confusion on their faces, but it’s lessening the feeling that I left them out of something.

“Shall we?” I ask, directing Leera and Khaos towards the glass doors of the patio.

Leera just nods, arms still wrapped around her chest, and heads towards the door.

Khaos can't help but ruffle feathers and says, “It's okay, boys; we won't be long,” as he waltzes towards the balcony.

I scrub my hand down my face, wondering if I made the right choice.I'll let you know if I decide I'd rather toss him off the building.

That gets me a few chuckles and some additional tension releases from my men, so I move to join the others overlooking the city.

As I step through the patio's glass door, I find Leera quietly fidgeting to my right and Khaos to my left trying to maintain his difficult, indifferent mask, but Leera's presence is clearly affecting him. I wish I had remembered to give Leera the heads up. Khaos, on the other hand, has no idea what's happening and came because I did something I thought I'd never do—I asked him for help.

Closing the door behind me, I turn to Leera. “I hope you don't mind that I asked Khaos to join us for the away game. I meant to tell you so it was a smaller surprise than him just showing up.”

She offers me a tentative smile and nods her head.

“Would you like to tell him, or should I?” I ask her, as a smile I can't control takes over my whole face, causing her to smile as well.

She takes the two steps to reach me, wraps her arms around me, and tips her head back to look me in the eyes. “You can tell him. You two have more history than we do.”

I lean down to kiss her forehead. As I lift my head, I can clearly read the confusion radiating from Khaos.

“Do you feel the bond between the two of you?” I ask him.

His eyebrows come together as he slowly turns his head to look at me, not able to ignore the situation any longer.

“Leera is my mate,” I state plainly and allow him time to absorb what I've just said.

His initial reaction is anger; I can see it taking over his features now. He can feel the bond, but, like me, he hasn’t allowed himself to accept what he believes isn't possible.

“That isn't possible,” he growls.

“Tell me you don't feel it,” I say clearly and calmly, pulling Leera's body to rest against the front of mine.

He shakes his head and growls again as he turns to grip the railing of the balcony.

“I know how you're feeling,” I begin. “I know you think it's not possible, so you think it might be easier to just ignore it. You think maybe you've been cursed or that it's all in your head, but ask your wolf. Our souls know more than we ever will.”

After a moment, I watch as he slowly relaxes and must be accepting the information we've presented him with.

“How is this possible?” His voice can barely be heard with the wind raging around us, but I hear him, and so does my little miracle.

She looks up to me before she pats my arm and pulls away, walking towards where he's standing.

“Hey?” she says, almost making it sound like a question. “Can we sit and talk? It's a lot of information, and when I'm done you can ask me any questions you have.”

He nods and follows her to the patio furniture, where we all take a seat. She starts with her childhood, knowing nothing of werewolves, losing her parents earlier this year, adjusting to college, and then the day we met.

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