Page 53 of Beg for It

“He’s still asleep,” Lee says softly, padding out to the living room. Brooks and I have been catnapping off and on, but neither of us have been to bed.

“Why did you choose to bring him home?” I ask. “I’m not complaining, I just need to know.”

“He was in shock, panicking, and needed someone. Camden is more than just a beta that we torture, that’s done now. He’s ours. There’s a lot that he’s keeping from us, but I swear that it’s nothing that will hurt us. I would never allow that.”

“We know,” Brooks murmurs. “With what we know about him now, it changes everything. I want him to stay as often as he wants. What I’m feeling needs to be explored. If he’s ours, then he stays here, he eats here, he goes where we go. Obviously, he can go to class, but the time where we allow him to sit as far away as possible is over.”

“I don’t think that's a good idea. We aren’t quite where we can force him to live with us,” Lee says. “Feel free to stalk him, though. It’s what I’ve been doing. The more he sees us, interacts with us, the more he’ll fall for our pack. Remember his anxiety, though. He’s fragile, guys. We want him to want us, not run from us.”

Brooks snorts. “As if he could run. He wouldn’t get very far.”

Henley gives him a wicked grin before looking at me.

“I know we can’t force him to get to know us,” I counter. “We aren’t complete assholes. However, I know we can be a lot. Don’t let us fuck this up, Lee. The urge to ruin him has changed to owning him. I can’t explain this feeling that's eating me, but I know for a fact, he’s ours.”

“I won’t,” he promises. “If I jump in, it’s because you may be coming off strongly and the conversation may need a gentler hand.”

“Gentle isn’t really our thing, Lee,” Brooks says. “The best I can do is stop being a raging asshole.”

“I mean, that's a start,” Lee chuckles. “So, how did things with Bradley go?”

“He didn’t stand a chance after we were done. I doubt his own mother would have recognized him either.”

“I’m kind of jealous I wasn’t there,” Lee says, shrugging. “All I could see was a blinding red haze. He affects me too, I just have to reel it in more. It’s important that he feels comfortable with at least one of us.”

“Dad wants to meet him,” Brooks confesses. “I couldn’t tell my father no, not after he agreed to clean up such an epic mess.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I decide. “I’m fucking starving. Killing people makes me hungry. I’m going to get some breakfast going. If he wakes up, then so be it. We can have a meal as a pack.”

“That’s not really moving slow,” Lee says, sighing.

“Did you think we were going to change so much?” Brooks asks with a snort. “We’re possessive assholes.”

“Don’t I know it,” Lee says. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

Getting up, I start making breakfast, thinking about the conversation I just had with my pack. Camden needs to be protected, which means that I need to have a conversation with my staff at The Frenzy. If someone was eying him up the entire night, one of our bartenders should have mentioned it to Ryan.

As I cook, I find myself getting more and more angry until I’m fuming by the time Camden comes into the kitchen. His shoulders are hunched and he appears as if he wants to be anywhere but here.

“Did I do something wrong by staying the night? I can go home,” he says.

Brooks and I growl as Lee walks in, looking sexy as fuck in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Despite the early hour, he’s ready for the day.

“No,” Lee says, interjecting the way he warned he would. Fuck, it would figure he’s right.

He usually is.

Turning back to make sure I don’t burn breakfast, Brooks sets the table to keep himself busy.

“They’re just upset you were hurt,” Lee says. “Murder isn’t something they typically commit unless they care.”

Just your lovable psychos, at your service.

Smirking, I begin to dish food out onto large platters.

“We may not be the best alphas, but we’d never force ourselves on someone like that,” I say softly, handing off plates to Brooks as he growls again.

“Fuck, sorry. I keep reliving the way you looked, Cam,” he mutters. “The worst kind of men in the world are rapists, people who take things without asking. We may push, tease, bring you to the edge of everything you think you can handle, but the word no will always mean something to us.”

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