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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Wes
“Bren, we need to talk.” I barged right into his room. His location had been off all yesterday and today, then it had reappeared right as I got off work, showing him home. Alone.
Really, I should go to the spa and give Grace a kiss before she went directly to the science dinner with Spencer tonight. But I had shit to deal with first.
Shit Evan needed me to handle.
Brennan was in the bathroom, in his boxers, shaving. He glared at me. “Fuck off, Wes.”
“No. I should have handled this a week ago.” I leaned in the doorway.
“You broke pack rules by keeping things from us. I should beat the shit out of you.” Brennan glared at me as he continued to shave.
True. But…
“Youneed to work out your shit,” I fired back, still angry at the harm his hardheadedness had caused Grace. “Grace joining this pack is inevitable. Unless you want me to leave and put Evan in a shitty position.”
“Would you actually do that to Evan?” His voice went warning as his dominance filled the humid bathroom.
“I shouldn’t have to. You’re head alpha, and your being against her means something, which we saw this weekend,” I snapped. I kept picturing Evan carrying her into the bedroom, so still and pale, him worried.
That scent-stripping laundry soap that Grace has used to erase herself with?Brennanhad brought it into the house so we could get rid of her scent when she left.
“Why are you blocking the integration team from doing their job?” I added.
“We don’t need therapy. Our pack doesn’t need to integrate, becausewe don’t need Grace.” He scowled as he put down the razor.
“This is getting old, Bren. I need EvanandGrace.” I took a step toward him. “How do we fix this? Should I challenge you like they did in the old days? Sit you and Grace down with a counselor to figure this out? Call your mom?”
“Don’t you dare,” he snapped, turning to face me. Leaning against the sink, his scent went spicy with anger. “It’s badenough that Grace probably tattled and Mrs. Beekman’s going to remove her.”
Grace didn’t actually realize the implications of what had happened. I kept forgetting that she didn’t comprehend so many things about this world that we took for granted. Which was half the problem.
“She didn’t. Grace isn’t out to ruin us, or you. She just wants to belong–and like it or not, she belongs with me and has for a long time,” I implored, needing him to relent on this one thing.
“You’re taking her on dates. She’s getting close to Ri. Evan brought her into his nest,” he retorted.
“Evan loves her, too. She’s not going to take him from you. I think you’d like her. I’d forgotten that she plays the piano. Grace is becoming part of this family, and I understand this can be scary. But she’s not Caroline. If you’d actually have a conversation with her, you’d figure that out. Do you know she even cleaned the piano like you asked her to?” I added.
“What are people going to think?” He scowled.
I gave him a hard look. “We don’t owe them any backstory. It’s legal. Evan’s fine with it. There’s no reason to make a big deal about it, because it’s not a big deal. Give her a chance, before I’m forced to protect my mates from you.”
While I hated to threaten my friend, Evan and Grace came first.
“You aren’t going to take Evan from me,” he growled.
“Then grow up and get your shit together so I don’t have to.” I stormed off and went straight to my car, hoping I could still catch Grace and Evan at the spa.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Spencer
“Spencer, don’t you need to leave soon to get Grace?” Mrs. K knocked on my open door. “You’re not even dressed.”
“My tux is hanging up in my closet,” I told her. “I’ll only need a moment.” Though I did need to get going soon. “The dress was delivered, correct?”
