Page 3 of Seduced By Two Alphas

“You look as radiant as a sunrise!” I squeezed his hand. Thank goodness Reverend Goodstocke was no longer around, or my soul might have gone straight to hell. His probably had. He’d been one of Nezat’s minions and the one who’d kidnapped me.

I hoped he was frying right now.

“What about you?” Dillon had stopped crying, thank fuck, but now he was smiling at me like a cat about to pounce on a canary. The look frightened me. I’d known Dillon since kindergarten. We’d been best buddies since then, but I didn’t ever recall him looking at me like that. His fast-changing moods were also giving me whiplash.

“What about me?”

“Jack and Ken.” Dillon wiggled his brows.

“Don’t you start,” I warned. “Half the town already thinks I’m sleeping with one or both. I don’t need my best friend starting in on me.”

“Weren’t you the one who told me to let my hair down and have some fun?”

“And look where that fun got you.” I glanced at his stomach.

“Oh my god!” Dillon laughed. “We could raise our kids together.”

My eyebrows shot so high they should have fallen off my head. Just the thought of having a baby, carrying one, no less, made my gut churn. “And wreck my beautiful body? Do you know how hard I work out, Dillon? Fatherhood is not for me.”

I crossed my arms and sat back, fuming because I would have been a great dad, but I hadn’t exactly grown up with the best role model. My own father had split when my mom told him she was pregnant. The bastard had come back into my life, only to take advantage of me. And what if I did get pregnant and one or both of the brothers decided they weren’t cut out for fatherhood? Where did that leave me?

Besides, I wasn’t going to be knocked up. I had a business to run and couldn’t do that with a swollen stomach. Hungry was already backward and close-minded. No way would they accept the fact a guy could get pregnant, let alone keep that a secret.

They’d drown me in holy water and have a priest try to do an exorcism on me.

And that was before the government swooped in, snatched me away, and I lived in one of their labs for the rest of my life.

I wasn’t sure what was really weighing heavily on my mind. Hunky bear shifters. Possibly becoming pregnant. A demon after me. My ex, who had a hard time understanding what breaking up meant. My dad, who’d promised to visit me again after Ken and Jack had run him out of town.

All of the above?

When had life gotten so complicated?

On the outside I was all sass and attitude. On the inside, I was a mess.

Dillon squeezed my hand. “I better go eat before Lucas or Mikhia, or both, storm in here and throw me over a shoulder.”

I was honestly happy for Dillon. His mom died when he was seven, after Dillon had dreamed of her death. His father feared him, and Dillon hadn’t had many prospects in his life. Hell, up until two weeks ago, he’d been a virgin.

But right now it was my life that felt like it was coming unglued. “I’ll come see you when you get too big to leave the house,” I promised. “I mean with the baby. I wasn’t saying you’d get fat.”

I didn’t need Dillon crying again. There hadn’t been that many tissues in the box to begin with.

He hugged me. “I knew what you meant. Bring food,” he said. “Lots of good food. I probably will gain a hundred pounds by then because my appetite is insane!”

Which was another reason I wasn’t getting knocked up. I didn’t care that the demon had called me a breeder. This beautiful body wasn’t breeding a damn thing.

I walked him out, and just as I’d suspected, Lucas and Mikhia had been waiting just inside the kitchen for Dillon.

Along with Jack, who was obviously done with his break.

Lucas frowned. “Were you crying?”

Dillon rolled his eyes. “When am I not crying these days?”

Lucas shot me a withering glare. I held up my hands. “Don’t look at me. I was telling my bestie how hot he looked in his maternity pants.”

Lucas growled.

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