Page 29 of Nita's Redemption

As they all moved from the bedroom, her wolf went quiet. She could still feel her pacing and watching over her like she was ready to pop out and take over.

“So, none of us communicated with our wolves until today, yet my wolf took me over completely and even spoke as me or rather her. When asked her questions, namely who she was, she answered as herself. Do any of you think the entire situation is weird?” Nita felt her wolf pushing at her trying to communicate. She used the same logic that she’d learned to lock others out of her mind with the wolf, placing walls between her and the other being.

“I guess there was a mystical ward or something that was finally removed.” Tank shrugged, sitting in the corner of the huge sectional with her on his lap so that they were dead center, leaving room for her other mates to sit on either side. Which meant she needed to stay on his lap if she wanted to be able to touch all three. She liked his way of thinking.

“Don’t be mad at your wolf, mo go hálainn, she was only trying to protect you. She was sure you’d not survive the abuse that was inflicted upon you from not only Seamus but Bad Barb as well. That female was truly a sadistic whore.” Link sat to her right, handing Tank a bottle of water along with one for her.

Nita took the drink, downing half in one long swallow. “Thank you,” she said, handing it back watching him set it on the ottoman.

“You’re welcome. Did you hear what I just said?” he asked.

She nodded, hating the tears that had her eyes watering. Blinking hard, she did her best to stop them from flowing. “I heard you, but at the same time I’m not so trusting. Like why did she not make herself known to me? Why did she just take over and push me into a corner?” There, she’d said her biggest fear. No control. No say on what happened in her life. Treated like a leftover without a voice.

“Oh, mi dušo, you were not pushed to the back, but rather retreated there, leaving yourself open for those sick bastards to harm you anyway they wanted without the ability to put up a fight. Alana rose up and let them know you were not such a defenseless child and kept them from doing their worst. She spoke to you and kept you from self-harming. If you allowed yourself to see what she has to show you, I think it’ll help you understand her and the time you can’t remember. Or, if you’d prefer, we can ask Bakra to come and help you. She and the others know the truth. You trust them, yes?” Link asked while rubbing his hand along her calf. The motion both soothing and arousing.

Nita had to push the hussy part of her down, because the last thing she needed right now was to get freaky with her mates.

The three males gave low growls, clearly hearing her inner thoughts.

“I think speaking with Bakra is a good idea. Do you think we can get her or one of the others here before we meet with the alpha?”

Tank took a deep breath, his chest pushing against her side. His father had been alpha since he’d defeated Seamus and was truly a good one to be in charge of all the wolves of their pack. She trusted all the males, even the new Ravens who resided there with Jaklyn.

“I asked Jaklyn to contact them since she’s mated to Ravens, and she agreed. I’m pretty sure it won’t take long.”

He had no sooner said the words when a knock sounded on their door. Nita’s heart sped up, her instincts instantly knew who, or rather what, was on the other side. She grinned, tapping Tank’s arms that were like two steal bands wrapped around her. “It’s Bakra and Menka.”

The door opened without any of them unlocking it, allowing the two gorgeous demoness females to enter.

“Hello my gorgeous friend. How the fair?” Bakra asked, mimicking an old world accent and wordage while her eyes scanned the area.

“Please come in,” Tank grumbled.

“Um, I already did, silly wolf.” Bakra walked into the kitchen and grabbed two beers, tossing one all the way across the room to Menka. Both females opened simultaneously with a sigh.

Nita knew the females were fucking with her males and allowed them to do it because it was funny. They moved to the two recliners opposite one another and sat, silently.

“Oh for fuckssake, you know why you’re here, females. One of you explain to Nita what you know about her wolf Alana,” Abe growled.

“Now is that any way to ask for a favor, wolfie?” Bakra wagged a finger at him.

BAKRA’S EYES BRIGHTENED as she sniffed the air. “Oh my, the three of you completed the bonding ritual. Congratulations. I must ask Nita a question.” She sat forward, her elbows resting on her knees with the beer bottle held between both hands.

“Okay,” Nita said a little weary.

“You know when you are down there”—she pointed downward—"getting busy, and you feel their eyes on the back of your head, ’cause they can’t help but stare. Well, you automatically look up and meet their enthralled look. All males get that same glossed-eyed expression. It’s a look you can’t help but fall into because you know they are loving everything you are doing. And then, when roles are reversed and you’re lying there, shit is totally different. You’re trying to stay as still as you can. Kinda like a scarecrow or a chalk outline from a murder scene, because let’s be honest, when they’re looking up at us, they’re creepy as shit.” Bakra dodged a pillow Menka tossed at her.

“Don’t listen to her, Nita. She’s unhinged. We actually took up a petition for signatures to change her name to The Unhinged One. This is only one example as to why it fits.” Menka held up her hands as Bakra gave a low growl.

“It’s true though. If you were to take a picture, you’d agree. ’Cause when they’re going down on you and they peer up, they look like an alligator coming out of the water with two beady little black eyeballs staring at you. It feels good if they’re doing it right, which is why people just lay there so they don’t fuck it up. It don’t mean it ain’t still creepy as fuck if you look down.” Bakra shrugged.

Menka slapped her hand over her mouth, a giggle escaping her.

“Ignore her, she knows I’m right,” Bakra said in a loud whisper.

“Um, Bakra sweetie, that was a dream. We were sleeping next to a river that we thought was safe. On account of our baddassness and all. Only we were rudely awakened by those crocodicks. They were half crocodile half male of some sort. To their error, they thought they could make us their slaves by you know...” Menka waved toward her lower half.

Bakra scrunched up her nose in what she thought looked like her thinking pose, trying to remember that time. “Holy shite, you’re correct. I did wake up with crocodick eyes staring up at me from between my legs. See, totally creepy.”

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