Page 95 of Enzo

She pushes away from the counter and turns to leave. However, after a few steps, she stumbles. I move quickly, placing my cup down and jumping to grab her before she can fall.

“Marley,” I shout.

Marley comes running from out of her bedroom.

“What happened?” she asks.

Michaela pulls away from my hold. She stumbles again and clutches her head.

“I’m alright,” she says when I go to grab her.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the mating ceremony,” Marley answers for her sister. “The passing of blood and exchange of energy is draining. She needs to feed.”

“I’m fine,” Michaela argues. “I’ll go hunting tonight.”

“Doesn’t look like you’ll make it till tonight.”

“I can go right now,” Marley volunteers.

“No,” she snaps. “I’m fine. I’ll be alright.”

This time, when she heads down the hall, she doesn’t stumble. As soon as I hear the bedroom door closing, I turn my attention to the youngest sister.

“Is she always like this? Too independent to accept help?”

Marley shrugs. “It’s a flaw. She has an absolute fear of asking for help. I don’t blame her, though. If you grew up with our parents, you wouldn’t ask for anything either.”

Michaela mentioned once before that she didn’t have a good childhood. I took it as her growing up with unloving parents. However, this seems like it goes deeper than just emotionally void adults.

“My father wanted a weapon,”she had said to me that day we walked. I can only imagine how someone turns a child into a weapon.

“Let me ask you something,” I say, tugging at my beard. “If your parents are the reason for her being the way she is, why aren’t you like her?”

Marley grins, looking down the hall where her sister went.

“Because I was lucky enough to have a big sister to protect me.” She turns back to me, her smile falling slightly. “Michaela wasn’t so lucky.” She takes a step closer to me, lowering her voice. “I know this mating thing with my sister isn’t ideal foryou, but she’s a good person, Enzo. Despite what she believes, she deserves happiness. Just be patient with her.” She leaves me with those words.

They stay with me throughout the day. After training, I headed over to the work site to help with the lumber today. Since I’ve been put on training duties, I don’t make it over here as often as I use to.

“Enzo,” the guys cheer as I walk up.

“I thought you’d be stuck in bed with your new mate,” Hans jokes and the guys all laugh.

Zyion tosses a freshly sheared log onto the pile. “I figured he’d be laid up somewhere as she fed off him.”

The others grimace before bursting out in laughter.

“Tell me,” Titus asks, stepping up beside me. “What’s it like? Sleeping with a vamp. Do they just lay there all stiff and cold?”

The wolves laugh. I try to find the humor in that joke, but the memory of that night with Michaela replays in my head. There was nothing stiff about the way her tight pussy gripped my cock. Her moans of pleasure were full of warmth. And the way she sucked my dick to the back of her throat had me nearly cumming in seconds.

I clear my throat as the visual pops up.

“No,” I simply say.

They laugh. Zyion smacks me on the chest.

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