Page 25 of Seduced By Two Alphas

“He wasn’t thinking straight.”

“And now he is?” Jack asked. “What does a few nights difference make, Ken? Five nights ago, we turned him down. Five nights later, we’re smashing him.”

“One, erase that word from your vocabulary. Smashing someone sounds so wrong. Two, until we know where his head is, I’m not going to assume he wants to hang our balls on the wall as trophies.”

“That sounds wrong.” Jack grabbed a cream cheese Danish from the box. “But you’re right. God this is good. We need to talk to Casey before jumping to conclusions.”

“Delilah outdid herself with these pastries.” I licked the icing off my fingers because I’d dug my cinnamon roll back out. I couldn't help it. The damn thing was calling to me. “I’m gonna go talk to him. Maybe he doesn’t actually hate us right now. Maybe he won’t send us both to the guest room for eternity. I love you, but I’m not cuddling your hairy ass.”

“Hey,” Jack said when I got up, heading out of the kitchen. I stopped and looked over my shoulder.

“Yeah?”

A smile crept across Jack’s face. “We’re going to be fathers.”

Something clenched in my chest. “Yeah, but I won’t celebrate until I know Casey is okay with this.”

Jack nodded before I walked down the hallway, eating the last of my roll as I braced myself for the fallout. How could Casey not be pissed? He’d voiced his objection to fatherhood more than once. He might have offered the solution of conception to get Nezat off his back, but reality had to have hit Casey as fast as it had me.

Our lives were about to irrevocably change forever. That was what happened when you created a life. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Casey was lying in bed, his back to me. I watched as his side rose and fell with every breath he took. In that moment, I knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. My mate. Our mate. If anyone thought we were protective of Casey in the past, that was nothing compared to how I felt toward him now. I wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who put our mate or unborn child in danger.

“I can feel you standing there watching me.”

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, wondering which brother Casey thought was behind him. “Hmm.”

“Stop staring at me, Ken.”

My eyes rounded. “How did you know it was me?”

“I’m amazingly intuitive.” Casey turned over. “Besides, Jack said he would leave me alone until I was ready to talk, and he normally stands by his word.”

“Normally?” I eased into the room, making sure Casey didn’t have any sharp objects in his hand. I definitely didn’t want him to cut off anything on my body and hang it as a trophy. “What does that mean?”

He sighed and sat up, brushing aside some wayward hair. If he only knew how adorable he looked with bedhead. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I just knew it was you.”

Taking my life into my own hands, I sat on the side of the bed. “How do you feel?”

“Nauseous.” He pressed a hand to his stomach. “God, I hate this feeling. I hated when I was a kid and was sick, and I hate it even more as an adult.”

I’d been nauseous a few times in life. and it was never pretty or fun. If I could take some of the burden off Casey, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. Is there anything I can get you? I just stopped and picked up a box of pastries.”

“From Delilah’s?”

I nodded and smiled as I rubbed my hands down my thighs. “Got a whole assortment of goodies.”

Casey pressed a hand over his mouth. “I think I’ll pass for now.”

I winced and decided to get right to the point. “Okay, how much do you hate us?”

“First, you have to tell me why I hate you guys. Then I’ll tell you how much.” He looked genuinely confused. His brows had dipped, and he looked at me as he waited for me to answer.

“For knocking you up.”

Casey groaned and dropped back down to the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.

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