Page 10 of The Accidental Dragon Baby

“Quite literally,” Ace coughed into his fist.

“The rest of us called it Date Night because we thought it’d be like going on a blind date with the men we rescued,” Crush said.

Duke rolled his eyes, but he didn’t look happy, either.

Bruiser looked at their faces and shook his head with great sympathy.

Ace had been so keen on getting to know the man he’d flown to the hospital. Ivo had been so small in his arms, with one eye scarred shut and several scars on his visible skin, his green eyehaunted by an eye bag. And yet he’d looked so fiercely protective, his baby cradled in his arms.

Ace had wanted to brush his hands through Ivo’s soft-looking red hair.

But Ivo had flinched and refused to meet Ace’s eyes, and Ace didn’t want to scare him by pushing for more.

He had a soft spot for the hurt ones. First Ivo with his scars, and now the shifter—Otter? Weasel?—with all the bald patches in his fur.

Hell, Ace hadn’t even planned on doing anything tonight. Except the omega had begged for Ace’s knot, and his desperation had made Ace want to help him.

Look where that had gotten them.

Crush eyed the bundle of clothes in Ace’s grip. “If you explain the situation to Uriel, I’m sure he’ll pass the message along.”

Ace shot him alook.“This isn’t the sort of message you can pass along like a game of Telephone.”

“At least you know how to reach him,” Duke said. “If the omega doesn’t want to be found, there isn’t much you can do.”

“I have a song,” Raptor crowed. He began to sing, “Seashells, jizz smells. I knocked up an omega and I want to yell, ‘My heart gets wriggly when you do the jiggly!’”

The entire table groaned.

“You’re not going to pick anyone up with that,” Duke said flatly.

“I’m sure there’s a worse pickup line you can use,” Bruiser said. Raptor laughed.

Ace sat down and tucked the clothes under his arm, ignoring Crush’s wrinkled nose and his brother’s warbling.

He would wait for Uriel’s reply. Maybe then he’d have a better idea of what he should do next.

4

ALPHAS DON’T BUILD NESTS

“Wantto tell me what that was about?” Uriel set Ivo down on the apartment floor, pinning him with a pointed look.

Ivo shifted back into a man and slouched. “I didn’t want him to see my face.”

“Why not?”

“Would you?” Ivo gestured helplessly at his blind eye.

Uriel opened his mouth. Except he paused and looked down at his own scarred hands, and didn’t answer.

“I don’t know,” Uriel said finally.

“If he can’t accept your scars, I’ll bite him,” chubby Nat growled.

Ivo cracked a smile. “Thanks, Nat. Anyway, it’s done. That should keep my heat bearable until it goes away.”

Uriel gave him a long look. “He seemed concerned about you.”

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