Page 2 of Seduced By Two Alphas

Too bad. I would rock the little human’s world, which made me think of the fact that he was a breeder. Not a great term for men who could get pregnant, but that was the term shifters used, and I couldn’t think of another word to replace it with.

He couldn't get pregnant by another human. That wasn’t how it worked. Only by a mate, and I prayed Casey was ours.

I also wanted to eliminate the threat lingering over Casey’s head. Too bad that demon had gotten away. I would love to drive my claws through his rotten heart. Then again, I had no idea how to kill a demon, so that might only piss him off.

“Go on break,” Casey said. “You look like you’re spacing out again. Maybe you need a few minutes to yourself to get your brain back on track.”

Or a few hours with Casey, because, goddamn, I had the worst case of blue balls. I’d been in Hungry for six months and hadn't so much as looked at another guy since laying eyes on Casey.

If he wasn’t my mate, I was torturing myself for no reason. But again, I wouldn’t find out if he was my mate unless we slept together, and Casey wasn't going for that. Not after Dillon had told him that men could get pregnant. Now Casey ran at any sign of flirting. Not just from us, because he was a gorgeous man and a lot of men, and women, hit on him.

Which made my bear snarl something fierce.

“I’ll be out back if you need me.” Then I lowered my voice. “No going off on your own.”

“Like I need the reminder,” Casey said under his breath. “You think I’ve forgotten that I have some demon after me, ready to put his seed in my gut?”

I grimaced. “Gross way to say that.”

“Gross thinking of Nezat putting his hands on me again. He might have been hot, but he’s wholly evil, Jack. I’m not that desperate.”

Casey looked toward the door and squealed when Dillon, Lucas, and Mikhia walked in. He threw his arms around his best friend, and I went out back and sat on an upturned crate, wishing Casey was that happy to see me. These days, he gave Ken and me a wide berth, as if breathing the same air as us would knock him up.

Then I chuckled. Secretly, I was hoping Casey was our mate. I’d always wanted to be a father and to have someone like Casey at our sides would make us proud. I just had to think of a way to get him to our bed to make that happen.

And with the way he was treating us, good luck with that. Casey wouldn’t even acknowledge that we were flirting with him, even though I’d heard Dillon tell him one time that we were hot for him.

Casey hadn't believed his best friend, had waved that comment off, and treated me and my bother like friends. Not how I wanted Casey to look at me. Fuck being in the friend zone.

I had to come up with a plan before my balls shriveled up and fell off.

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Casey

“You’re practically glowing,” I said once I had Dillon in my office. It was the only way to talk to him without his hovering men overhearing our conversation. Lucas and Mikhia stuck to Dillon like a tick on a deer.

The same way Jack and Ken stick to you. Oh, no. I wasn’t letting my mind go there. I still didn’t believe those two hunks wanted a piece of me, regardless of what my best friend had told me when Jack and Ken started working at my café.

They were just friendly guys. Hot man-candy, friendly guys. But now I knew their secret. They were bear shifters. That didn’t bother me as much as it should have. I’d seen them in their bear form when they’d rescued me from Reverend Goodstocke’s house.

When that nasty demon named Nezat had tried to get his freak on with me.

No, them being bears didn’t frighten me. Their ability to get me pregnant was what woke me up in a cold sweat at night.

“Does my stomach show? Lucas and Mikhia say it doesn’t, but I want your opinion.”

“Just a tad.” I put an inch of space between my thumb and index finger. “Honestly, you just look like you’re putting on weight.”

My jaw dropped when Dillon burst out crying. What the hell?

“Hormones.” Dillon waved a hand at me. “I cry at the drop of a hat now.”

“But you still look great!” I tried to amend my statement so my best friend would stop bawling his eyes out. His hormones were freaking me out. I grabbed a box of tissue off the shelf behind my desk, took a seat next to him, and handed them over. “You look fabulous, sweetheart. I promise. I already said you were glowing! Tell me what else I have to say to stop the waterworks.”

Dillon glared at me through his wet lashes. “Don’t tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth, Casey.”

I wasn’t dumb enough to tell him he looked slightly bloated. No siree. My mama had taught me better than that, and I didn’t want Dillon’s boyfriends trying to throttle me for making him cry.

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