Page 89 of Connected

“That she’ll give birth, there at the commune, then hand it to Rosie and they’ll present it to the pack—as if it were mine and hers. Rhys, this was the only way I’d still get to see my son regularly. Rosie gets her boyfriend back and Kat goes back to work—as if nothin’ happened. It’ll work out. I can keep Ezra in line and make sure nothin’ happens. It’s gonna be fine.”

“A son? So, you’re having a boy? Well, congratulations—just what you always wanted. And what about Kat? Where does she fit in? What if she can’t give it up—those wolf-momma hormones, become too much and she won’t hand it over? Whose life did you put on the line for that?”

“She will—give it up. She’s the one who doesn’t want it. I told you, it’ll be fine. Rhys, you don’t need to worry. It won’t happen.”

“Why would I worry? Oh… oh fuck, don’t tell me. Oh, let me guess… I know what Ezra wanted—he wanted something in particular for this pact—something big, am I right?” He takes another breath, watching as Digby nervously fidgets. “Who… who did you offer up?”

“Look, it wasn’t my fault. He wanted, he asked for… two bloods. He said this was a big ask—his reputation was on the line if he got found out. He had to make sure we wouldn’t change our minds.”

“Right, but that doesn’t answer my question. I asked who?”

“Rhys, understand, I didn’t have a choice, not if I wanted to keep the pup. I did what I thought was best. Hell, you know it’s not gonna happen, Kat doesn’t want it and she won’t want to keep it. I asked her, she said she was okay with this, so don’t worry.”

“Worry? Why wouldIworry, Ryan? You know if you don’t tell me, right now, I’m gonna shoot you. Are we clear? So, who?”

“Understand, he wouldn’t just take me—I didn’t choose; he did.”

“Yeah, I bet he did. Who?”

“Darius. Darius and—and you. Your blood is my blood, right? That I have to live without my twin and Darius, a bonded. But like I told you, it’s not gonna happen. Kat will give it up. Hell, she’s the one wants to go back to bein’ an operator—she doesn’t wanna look after a pup.”

“So, you agreed to this? Gave me up without even asking? You’re off your fuckin’ meds. Well, best you make sure that dumb bitch gives up that pup—or I will.”

“She will. She won’t go back on this. Rhys, I just wanted to see my son. I wanna do it properly this time. I never had a choice before. They’ve always shifted and took the pup, so this time I get a chance to be around—to be part of it growing up.”

Rhys takes a deep breath then lets out a long angry howl. Then opening the office door, he yells into the hallway outside. “Klaus… Klaus… Get Hudson to bring another case of vodka up here—looks like I’m gonna need it. Oh, and round up those shifter twins—get them and some people, we’re having a party.”

“Sure thing. Boss, are you okay?”

“I will be, just as soon as I’ve dealt with him.”

Digby takes a breath and picks up his shirt, noticing the way his brother is glaring at him. “I should leave.”

“Oh no… No, you’re not goin’ anywhere. We’ve got a lot to celebrate. After all, I have a new nephew comin’ and that’s a good thing, right?”

“But you wanna party and I’m not in the mood.”

“Well… I don’t give a damn about your mood. First, because you just stop me from getting my rocks off with twin shifter girls, and then… then you tell me you’ve offered my life up to a man I despise. So, no… No, you stay right where you fuckin’ are.Weare gonna do karaoke andyou….you’re gonna fuckin’ sing. I’m gonna watch you humiliate yourself and when we’re done humiliating you… then maybe you can go. Now if I were you… I’d drink some more fuckin’ vodka cos it’s gonna be a long night.”

Chapter 25

Digby opens his eyes and vacantly stares up at the ceiling. “Urgh… Fuck,” he groans as he rouses from his drunken coma. He registers that he’s still in Rhys’s office and shuffling back against the pillows, he tries to move but can’t. He’s pinned to the couch by the full weight of a body pressed against his chest.

“What the… fuck!” He looks down and can see a toned muscular arm draped across his waist and a ruffle of mussed-up blond hair positioned over his groin. Both he and the man laid on top of him are naked; their bodies tangled around each other as they lay on the large leather couch. “Oh, hell…” he closes his eyes and listens—hearing a deep masculine moan, he raises an eyebrow as again he looks directly into a set of piercing blue eyes, “Hudson?!” he squeals in shock.

“Digby?!” The large blond alpha furrows his brow with confusion. “Oh, shit… Where the hell am I?”

“What the actual fuck… Hudson, get the fuck off me!” Digby bucks his hips throwing the slumbering wolf to the floor “What the… Wait. Did we? What the fuck… You didn’t…” he looks down to where Hudson was face-planted against his cock. “Did you? Oh hell, please tell me you did not touch my dick?”

“Uh…” Hudson scratches his head, trying to remember anything of the events in the previous hours. Staring at Digby laying naked against the leather seat hidden in part by the black fabric pillows strewn around them, he mumbles, “Uh, no. No, I um… I don’t think I did.”

He takes another look at the dark-haired wolf’s large cock and sighs. “No. No, sadly I did not do that. But I can if you want me to?” He smiles—seeing the snarl on Digby’s lip, he then apologizes. “No… no, you obviously don’t want that, sorry.”

Digby sits up and planting his feet on the ground he rubs his head “Fuck… What the hell happened here?”

He looks around. The office is a scene of devastation. Mess everywhere. The surfaces are covered in clothes and underwear, empty glasses, and bottles. Pillows on the other two couches, disheveled and upturned. The floor littered with empty condom packs and tabletops covered in a fine dust of white powder.

Digby leans back and as he does, he hears another muffled groan—this time a more feminine sound. He’s confused by the well-manicured hand with sharp-pointed purple nails attached to a naked female—he doesn’t recognize—hidden beneath the couch pillows behind him. “Holy hell… Who is she?”

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