Page 102 of The Butcher

My head snaps toward Clayton at the same time as Bram’s, both of us glaring at our beta as he scoots up to Nash and nudges him.

“My money’s on Indy. She is feisty.” He blows me a kiss. “And she’s using all of her assets.”

Nash nods toward me, blushing something fierce even though he’s smirking at me, which is when I realize I leapt out of bed to save my scent match from nothing, while I was buck ass naked.

Whatever.

I don’t even care.

Bramley claims he doesn’t want me, that he couldn’t care any less what happens to the three of us if he tried, fine. He can stand here and be a brooding dickhead while I argue with him in thebuff. I bet he can even smell sex in here. I know I can, and I hope that gets right under his skin, too.

I take that back.

I’m happy, and I do not regret anything I just did with our mates, and I’m not going to use it or them as a way to make my match feel anything at all. He’s welcome to join us when he gets his head out of his ass, and until then, I’m going to pretend like I don’t want to smack the shit out of him.

“Fine,” I say as I turn back to Bram, crossing my arms against my chest in a way that pushes my breasts up. “I won’t touch you, but can you at least confirm or deny any new injuries so they”—I nod toward Nash and Clay—“don’t have to worry about you finding a new kind of stupid to stress them out with?”

Bramley huffs, his chest pumping hard enough to make me wonder if he ran all the way here from god knows where, or it’s walking in on us like this. “None.”

“No new injuries?”

He shakes his head.

“Great.” I spin on my heel and march my bare ass back to the bed, climb over Clay, and burrow in between him and Nash. “I’m so glad to hear that you’re only suffering from old gunshot wounds, and the personality of a rabid baboon.”

Nash starts coughing, choking on nothing but the air in his lungs, and our beta barks out a laugh, grabs my face, and plants a kiss on my lips. “God, I fucking love you.”

Everything, all of my insides melt, and I can feel the stupid smile on my face as he says those words.

I haven’t said it to either of them yet, I just keep hoping they know I love them until I can.

“So, what’s the problem?” Nash crosses his legs at the ankles, flexing his toes before he starts bouncing his right foot.

A nervous tell.

If I didn’t have my own, I’m not sure I would have caught onto Nash’s, but when he bounces his foot like that, it means he’s worried. I didn’t know about the thing with his toes until now, and that’s only because I keep looking at his and Clayton’s compared to mine, and giggling over how much bigger they are.

Bramley stares daggers at me for a few seconds, breathing hard, and not saying a word.

It would be so much easier to stay mad at him if I couldn’t smell him, especially when his scent is flying out of him in an attempt to replace all of the oxygen in the room, but I guess he has the same problem I do. Which means I’m just going to be mad, and turned on all the time. Probably even after he stops fighting our bond.

Falling in love and finding your match does not mean someone gets a personality makeover. That, I’m sure of, inexperience be damned.

Aren’t we adorable?

“At Nan’s,” the big behemoth grunts, finally peeling his eyes off me to look at our alpha. “Someone broke in.”

All three of us sit up at that, the two males immediately searching for clothes as my anxiety spikes, and sends me right to the moon.

“Is she ok?” I wring my hands for a moment, then grab the sheet and start twisting it between my fingers as those cold, dark eyes zero in on me again. “Please tell me Mona is ok.”

For a split second, it almost looks like Bram’s expression softens but it passes quickly, and he starts ignoring me again. “I went inside looking for them, forgot Pap had an appointment. They weren’t home, but they had fucking company.”

“How many?” Nash picks up his shirt then his jeans, forgetting all about what happened to them a little while ago. “You need?—“

“I took care of them.”

Clayton stops, annoyance rolling off of him in waves. “So, what, you’re here for a body dump? You’re unbelievable.”

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