Page 4 of Seduced By Two Alphas

I smirked.

Jack moved closer.

“Let’s go before a war breaks out.” Dillon grabbed Lucas’s hand and dragged him from the kitchen, Mikhia right behind them. Then Dillon said over his shoulder, “Behave, Casey. They’re already pissy on the best of days.”

Like I cared what Dillon’s boyfriends thought of me. I’d known Dillon longer, and they could kick rocks if they thought I was going to be anyone but myself.

When I turned to head back into my office, I caught Jack glaring at me.

“Not a single word from you,” I warned.

That didn’t stop Jack from glaring, but he was smart enough to keep anything he had to say to himself.

Fuck my life.

Chapter Two

Casey

Sleeping wasn’t working out as well as I’d hoped. I tossed and turned until it was three in the morning, yet I still felt wired. Tired of not being tired, I tossed the sheet back and got up, walking to the kitchen.

Jack and Ken, as usual—really since I’d been kidnapped—were in their bear forms sleeping outside my small house. I couldn’t tell them apart, but one was in the front while the other slept in the backyard, close to the back door.

A part of me felt guilty that they weren’t enjoying a comfortable bed, but I hadn't asked them to keep me safe. I was thankful though. Even so, I never uttered a word about them staying at my house, let alone outside. Why should I feel guilty? This was their doing, not mine.

I grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge and walked outside onto my front porch and took a seat, staring up at the stars. They were always so bright from this vantage point, except when there were clouds. Tonight, there weren’t any clouds, just a slight breeze off the Gulf Coast, a swaying of branches and moss overhead.

The bear in my front yard lifted his head and looked at me. I wished I knew if it was Jack or Ken. Would that matter? I wasn’t inviting either man inside.

Because, secretly, I didn’t trust myself around them in my house, with no one else around to stop me from doing something I would regret. Dillon’s words kept ringing in my head like an annoying church bell, telling me that Jack and Ken had the hots for me.

That was ridiculous. I night have caught them a few times looking my way, but nothing they’d ever done indicated such a thing. They were just good men, good-hearted, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of that by throwing myself at them.

And there was the pregnancy thing, which always stopped me cold. Dillon was the happiest I’d ever seen him, but just the thought of becoming pregnant made my insides chill.

I took a long drink of the cold water as I looked out over my front yard. I lived in a small town, but not in town. My house was located on the outskirts, giving me plenty of privacy, which I had loved until two weeks ago. Now I jumped at every noise, wondering if that demon was lurking close by. I didn’t trust his absence. Nezat had been too hellbent on procreating to have given up.

I was, whether I wanted to be or not, a chosen one. I still couldn’t wrap my head around that. A chosen one. From what Dillon had told me, and from what I’d heard Nezat say, only chosen ones could breed.

Again, fuck my life. Did my mom know that? Was she aware of that fact? Ever since Jack and Ken had run my father out of town, her calls were less frequent, as if she held that fact against me. I didn’t understand why. I’d asked her about it, only to have her change the subject.

If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she resented me for running him out of town. She’d never really talked about him when I was growing up, avoided the subject like the plague. We’d never been really close, but when Fred left this time, my relationship with her was even more fleeting.

“Can’t sleep?”

I jumped at the sound of Ken’s deep voice. I hadn't expected him to turn back to human. And he was completely naked. I averted my eyes as I looked at the ground, where I noticed weeds growing. I was going to have to do something about that before the weeds overtook my yard. “No. You?”

“Was sound asleep until I heard the front door open.” Ken sat on the steps, thankfully his back to me. I refused to look down at his butt. That would take my thoughts in a direction I was trying not to think about. I doubted Dillon’s conviction that the brothers wanted me, but I couldn’t doubt how handsome they were. Ken had dark blond hair, a short beard and mustache. Once, on his break out back, I’d accidentally seen him take his shirt off and wipe the sweat from his chest. He’d had a tattoo of wings on his impressive chest.

Jack had dark hair, a nicely trimmed beard, and was just as ripped as Ken. Only he had a lot more tattoos. One was a tribal tattoo that spanned his neck and another was located on the side of his head. A star or something resembling a star. I knew that because he kept his hair short on the sides.

Both brothers were broad, muscular, and sexy as sin. I always felt their gazes burning into my back when I was out in the dining area.

If I really thought about it, they never mentioned if they were gay. I guess I’d just assumed they were, because of their friendly banter toward me, but that could have just been their nature.

Wow. Six months later and that was just dawning to me. Talk about being slow on the uptake. It hadn't occurred to me that I ever thought they were straight. Maybe because of that comment Dillon had made about them being hot for me. I’d let that cloud my thoughts, never considering the opposite.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” I took another drink of my water, fighting not to look at Ken’s nakedness. Unfortunately, my eyes had a mind of their own and kept trying to stray back to where he sat. I was starting to forget the reasons why this was a bad idea, why I shouldn’t take a chance.

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