Page 11 of Seduced By Two Alphas

Good. He sounded awake enough to help me with my crisis. I didn’t know who else to turn to. It wasn’t as if I could ask Ken or Jack advice about Ken and Jack. Life just didn’t work that way. Not my life.

“I really needed you today,” I said as I sat up. “You wouldn’t believe what happened.”

Dillon chuckled. “Did you finally take your own advice and let your hair down long enough to get frisky with the Michaels brothers?”

I constantly forgot that was Jack and Ken’s last name. “That’s why I’m calling you.”

“Oh my god, you did!”

“Calm down,” I huffed. “No one gotten frisky with anyone.” I told him about my near meltdown today concerning Brandon and then Albert.

Dillon gave a heavy sigh, as if exasperated with me. “First, Brandon isn’t gay.”

What did that say if my best friend knew that but I’d overlooked that fact? I was usually pretty good at spotting gay men, but it seemed my radar needed repairing.

“Second, gross. Tell me you didn’t actually flirt with Albert. He’s bottom of the barrel, Casey.”

“Like I need that reminder.” Maybe I did after partially throwing myself at that asshole. I still felt nauseous just thinking about the way I’d acted with Albert earlier. It wasn’t until after we’d broken up that I’d heard the rumors about him, how horrible a person he was.

Funny how you ignored those signs when dating someone, keeping yourself blissfully ignorant for the sake of your sanity. I’d ignored the looks people had thrown my way, the whispers, the tension whenever Albert was around.

Too bad I couldn't take back those four months. I would do it in a heartbeat.

“That’s only part of why I called.” Then I told him about my conversation with Ken. “How on earth is that not pressure?”

“You’re so neurotic,” Dillon said.

“You did not just say that to me,” I argued. “You were just as neurotic before you started dating those two.”

“It’s called being mated,” Dillon corrected me. “They’re not my boyfriends. They’re my mates.”

I blinked several times. “I don’t follow.”

“And I’ll let them explain that to you,” Dillon said. “Stop fretting over this, Casey. Do you see how happy I am now?”

Dillon had a happiness I’d always dreamed of having. All I’d ever wanted was a guy to call my own, a guy who would love me as much as I loved him. Someone who didn’t think cheating was acceptable.

And I had two guys willing to give me that, if only I’d set my fears aside. That wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Not when those fears had festered inside of me for years. Not when my ex-boyfriend had placed some of that mistrust in me.

“Just be their friend,” Dillon suggested before he whispered, “I’m on the phone with Casey. No, stop touching me. I have to concentrate.”

I wanted that. Someone who couldn't keep his hands off me. Two someones who were sleeping outside my house. Who were willing to give me that and so much more. But could I let my hair down the way Dillon had?

“What’s it like being pregnant?”

“Ugh,” Dillon groaned, and I wasn't sure if it was from my questions or something his men were doing to him. “A lot of morning sickness and cravings. A lot of emotions out of whack. But Lucas and Mikhia spoil me rotten.” There was sunshine and rainbows in his voice that made me so jealous. “I’m scared, Casey, but between the three of us, we’ll figure this out.” His voice softened. “Don’t let what your dad did influence you. I know that’s easier said than done, but you’d make a great dad. I just know it. You have so much love to give a child.”

“Can’t we have sex without the whole conception part?”

One of the men laughed. I couldn’t tell which one it was. “That’s not how it works, Casey. If you’re their mate, it’s gonna happen.”

It had to be Lucas because Mikhia was too reserved, hardly spoke to anyone. He’d gotten better over the past few weeks, but he was still the quiet one. Just like Jack.

“You guys are no help.” I hung up, but now I was curious as to what a mate was.

Tossing the covers aside, I padded outside. As expected, there was a large bear sleeping on my front porch. It lifted its head and looked my way.

“No troubles,” I said. “I just thought…” God, why couldn’t I just ask one simple question? What was a mate? I rubbed my forehead as the second bear rounded the corner, gazing up at me from the bottom of the steps. “I just thought maybe you two would be more comfortable inside.”

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