Page 29 of Seduced By Two Alphas

He lunged at me, but before he could touch me, Jack was on him, shoving my father down the stairs. Fred stumbled backward but kept his footing, which meant Jack hadn't used his real strength or Fred would have flown off my porch.

Jack looked demonic. His lips were pulled back, his eyelids slits. He was breathing heavily, as if fighting not to turn into his bear. Thank fuck his canines weren’t showing. “Lay a hand on Casey and I’ll tear you apart,” Jack snarled. “They won’t find enough of you to bury.”

Ken came outside, walked down the steps, and stood at my side. “Hello, Fred.”

Fred narrowed his eyes as he looked between the brothers before turning his attention to me. “I see you still have your rabid dogs protecting you.”

“That’s the thing.” No, I wasn’t going to fucking cry. I wasn’t going to shed a tear over this man “They shouldn’t have to protect me against you, Fred. I’m not your bank. I’m not your partner at my café. I’m not your son. You’re nothing more than a sperm donor.”

Ken chuckled. “Damn, baby, that’s harsh.”

Fred took a step toward me, apparently feeling suicidal. Ken stepped in front of me. “You really do have a death wish. Casey belongs to us. We protect our own. Run away, Fred. Leave town before we really show you our true colors.”

Fred looked between us again. I really hoped he had enough self-preservation rattling around in that head of his to take Ken’s advice. As much as I despised this man, he was still my father, and I didn’t want to see him hurt.

It should have felt satisfying to kick Fred off my property, but there was still a hole inside of me. A hole that should have been filled with fond memories of my father, of him being there when I was growing up, when I’d needed him most. Nothing was there, and I had no satisfaction as I watched him storm to his car and drive away.

Ken folded me into his arms. I expected him to tell me something along the lines of how proud he was but instead, “You want some of those pastries? I don’t want them to go to waste.”

A smile cracked across my face. “I’m starving.”

Ken wiggled his brows. “I brought breakfast, too, but we’ll have to warm it up.”

I yelped when Jack scooped me up and carried me inside. “Put me down!”

Jack grinned. “Get used to being pampered, Casey.”

“I have two working feet,” I pouted as Jack walked me inside and to the kitchen.

“I like holding you.” He sat, keeping me on his lap.

Okay, so I liked being pampered, but I was putting a limit on what they could do, because if I didn’t, I had a feeling they would go overboard.

The microwave beeped. Ken removed the plate and brought it to the table. If Jack tried to feed me, I was shoving the fork down his throat. Ken heated the other dishes, which consisted of scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, and biscuits.

I slipped off Jack’s lap and took a seat of my own, and while I chewed on a delicious piece of bacon, I couldn’t help but wonder what my father was really doing in town.

Chapter Ten

Casey

Two days later, I wished I hadn't asked myself that question. My day had started off normal. As normal as it could with me knocked up and now mated to Jack and Ken. As normal as constantly watching my back because I not only had a demon after me but there was no telling who else was colluding with Nezat. But I tried my hardest not to think of that, or I wouldn’t be able to function.

Dillon had come in for breakfast, his stomach a little more swollen than the last time I’d seen him, and of course, Lucas and Mikhia were right there with him.

“We need to talk.” Dillon grabbed my hand and whisked me off to my office. Jack was in the kitchen cooking. Everyone else was in the dining area dealing with a light crowd this morning. I had two interviews to conduct later today, so I could spare some time for my best friend.

“Okay, would you mind telling me why you hijacked me?” I dropped into my office chair, still nauseous and hating every second of that feeling. Now I had a whole new respect for women. How did they voluntarily conceive more than once? Who on earth would put themselves through this more than once? Crazy people. That was who.

“I had a dream about you.”

Oh, I didn’t like this one bit. Dillon had been having dreams since he was little. No big deal there, but it was the fact that his dreams always seemed to come true. His own father was afraid of him because Dillon had dreamed of his mother’s death, and a day later, it had happened. He’d dreamed of Lucas and Mikhia even before he’d met his mates. He’d also dreamed of a baby, and the next thing I knew, Dillon was telling me he was pregnant.

“If it’s bad, I don’t want to hear it.” I sat back, my chair squeaking under my slight weight. I really needed to do something about that because the noise drove me nuts on more than one occasion. Even more so now for some reason.

Dillon sat across from me. His face looked a bit rounder, as did his stomach. I could tell he’d gained some weight, only because I’d known him since childhood. But the way he was chewing on his lip, I knew thoughts were brewing in his head.

I braced myself. “Okay, tell me.”

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