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I give Cain a last uncertain look, praying to the Moon Goddess for him to not lose patience with my carefree brother.

Chapter 24 – PRIVILEGED BAND OF MUTTS

Cain’s POV

Ihave to admit I kind of like Gregory. He doesn’t give a shit about anything, and treats me like I’m a friend or family. Somehow, in contrast to his sister, he always maintains full respect, even when he’s joking about something.

Oh, Asher will be the death of me.

I find myself looking at my sexy wife way more than I should. She’s laughing at something Ella says. The girl shoots me nervous looks every now and then. I stop registering what people around me are talking about anymore. Half of them are still teenagers, and I’m at least ten fucking years older than all of them—I couldn’t care less what they are saying.

And my little wolf couldn’t wear a tighter dress. Maybe it’s better she doesn’t have any panties on because they would show… fuck. Now I can’t stop thinking about yanking that dress up and fucking her hard—until she screams my name for everyone to hear.

The last working part of my brain registers someone talking directly to me.

I look back at the group I sit with. Sure enough, Gregory is looking at me with a smirk. I don’t apologize, just stare back at him.

“I was asking, what did you do to my sister, your Highness? She always swore she would never ever match any guy.”

“Is she matching?” I ask with a raised brow like I don’t care, but the truth is… I love that she has been trying to copy my style since that morning after my beta and officers beat her up.

If I had known, I would have asked them for that sooner.

Gregory laughs, and returns to the conversation with the guy who looks like the spitting image of their royal beta. It's something about bets, but I didn’t hear the beginning, so I don’t get it. Whatever.

I wonder if they serve any avocados for dinner. Maybe guacamole?

“Boys, dinner is ready.” My wife is suddenly standing by my chair.

“Oh, Asher, I thought you might like to know that we still keep up with your competitive traditions,” says a lanky teenager, who looks like another of her siblings. They have the same grey eyes. Maybe it’s the other gay one.

“Don’t act like I’ve been gone for years,” she pouts at him, and I can’t wait to taste her lips again.

Well, why should I wait? I grab her hand and pull her down to kiss her. I don’t care who looks. She’s surprised but lets my tongue in.

“Remember Greg? When Ash fed us all those false ideas, so she was the only one to bet for—”

She breaks away from me abruptly, and growls at them so loudly I can feel the vibrations.

“I said, dinner is ready!”

They all look sheepish and disperse quickly, acting like they are genuinely terrified of her.

Hmm, maybe they are. Adorable.

But now I’m curious what that bet was about.

“Why did you stop them from talking?” I ask with Alpha command.

“I didn’t want them to talk about your dead siblings in front of you,” she answers, compelled, and instantly covers her mouth, terrified.

“What was that bet about?” I ask through gritted teeth, already knowing the answer, and she squirms under my gaze.

They fucking treated our siblings-fighting-to-the-death, blood-sworn tradition, like some kind of a fun game. I didn’t have to kill my baby sister so this privileged band of mutts could make a bet out of it!

“No, you know what, don’t answer. At least you did bet for me to win, didn’t you?” I hiss sarcastically. “Let’s go eat.”

I stand up and instantly feel her hands on my chest, as if she wants to tame a beast. I smirk at her. It is cute that she thinks she can calm me with her touch. I steady my breath to let her believe that, and I actually do start to feel better. Hmm.

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