Page 11 of Devil May Hunt
Right?
“I’m not convinced,” the alpha declared, but when Brennon parted his lips to insist, he let out a low rumble thatsomehow made Brennon clamp his mouth shut. “Your lineage isn’t important right now. Breeding you is.”
Vitals couldn’t get pregnant.
But if the alpha wanted to try so badly, who was Brennon to stop him?
Chapter 4:
He felt like he’d fallen off a five-hundred-story building, hit the ground, been run over by a hover car—twice—and then rolled off into a ditch filled with acid.
Brennon groaned and forced his body into an upright position, rubbing his eyes to remove the dried gunk that had sealed his eyelids shut.
“Gross.” Also, what the hell?
The first thing that came into view as soon as he was able to pry his eyes open were his bruise-covered thighs. And the marks didn’t stop there. He was covered in them. Purple and blue splotches, hickies, teeth marks…
He was in a room with cream-colored walls and sitting on silk sheets. When he stood, he wobbled and a sharp pain shot through him, starting at his ass. He stumbled, catching himself on the end of the bed before he could fall. The motion dislodged a memory of the other night. He’d followed Rin at The Dive.
No, not Rin. Sila.
There were no signs of his clothes, but Brennon spotted a pair of gray sweatpants on the dresser by the door.
All the way on the other side of the room.
“Fuck me.” He’d ask what he’d done to deserve this, but he sort of already knew. “That’s the last time I drink that much. I swear, I’m done with this pity party nonsense.”
It took him ages, but eventually he managed to hobble his way to the dresser. Another ten minutes later, struggling to pull the pants on, and he needed to stop for a breather. His multi-slate was on the dresser as well, but there weren’t any signs of the rest of his belongings.
There was no one else in the hotel room, from what he could tell. The living and kitchen areas were empty when he made his way out of the bedroom, but he didn’t bother sticking around to wait for whoever he’d slept with to return.
Brennon ground his teeth in annoyance as he used the wall to help hold him up in the hallway, waiting until he’d made it to the elevator at the end to dial Sila’s number. He’d just stepped inside and hit the button for the lobby when his best friend’s brother answered.
“Yes?” Sila sounded bored.
“Bastard.”
“Hello to you, too, Bren. This call is unexpected.”
“It shouldn’t be. What the hell happened last night?”
“How should I know?”
Brennon pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled to calm himself down. It wasn’t Sila’s fault. He shouldn’t take it out on him. “I was way too drunk. I can’t remember anything.”
“I wasn’t with you last night, so I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to,” Sila said.
“What do you mean? I know it was you at The Dive.”
“Well, sure.”
“So—”
“Oh,” he interrupted. “Do you think that was last night?”
Brennon felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
“It’s been three days since then.”
