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Unable to fight the urge, she looked back toward the entrance they’d left and saw... nothing. With a sigh, she faced forward before saying in a calm voice, “It was your imagination, ladies.”

Chapter Eleven

“OKAY, THAT WAS WEIRD. But if I can be honest, I’m glad we’re no longer talking about crocodicks giving head, or fellatio.” Nita laughed at the looks on Jaklyn and her guys’ faces.

They’d all congregated at the pack’s meeting hall so there was room for everyone that Brock had linked with. When an alpha orders you to be somewhere at a certain time, you be there.

“Did y’all decide to agree with me about the crocodicks? I can totally give you a visual if you need it. I’ve even mastered the ability to keep you from getting the exploding head thing.” Bakra’s hands went to each side of her head, making weird sounds that were her version of things going boom. Nita had to admit—the female was funny as hell even when she wasn’t trying.

Jaklyn held up her hand, fighting her mates who tried to pull it back down. “Um, I give. What the hell is a crocodick, and how does it give head? I do know what fellatio is ’cause I’m classy like that.”

Her mate Gray snorted. “You’re the classiest.”

Nita and Jaklyn stared at one another before rolling their eyes. They might share blood thanks to their sperm donor, whom they didn’t like to speak about. You know, on account of him being evil and dead thanks to their pack. Yet Nita had a little spot in her heart that glowed, knowing she wasn’t alone in the world. Well she hadn’t been alone thanks to Fate giving her three amazing males as her mates, and the demoness females. Goddess she sure was blessed in that regard. But having someone who was your blood relation like Jaklyn, well that was something altogether different. The relationship between blood sisters was important in building other relationships, and helped when one is learning about maintaining good mental health and developing companionships with others. Which she’d missed and longed for without realizing what it was that had been missing. She’d learned that life can pull most people apart, but with a sister, one of your blood, they’ll always stay close, unless they’re a crazy psychopath that has to be put down.

“What’s put that pensive look on your face, sora?” Jaklyn asked.

Her eyes went wide at the endearment Jaklyn called her, as if she’d said it thousands of times. While Nita was Romanian like most of the pack, she wasn’t the same. Her roots didn’t have special connections to the kind of heritage that Jaklyn could tap into. Her sister had abilities far beyond a shifter. Thanks to those abilities, she’d helped rescue the Goddess Selena, daughter to Zeus before the evil bastard Cronus could kill her. Nita was nothing like her big sister, having been born and raised in the little hick town where they lived. More specifically in the trailer park, which would make her trailer park trash.

Multiple growls rumbled through her mind, reminding her of her mates’ presence and their dislike of the way she thought of herself. Nita pushed them out, slamming thick walls between them.

“You really don’t mind having me as a half-sister?” she asked Jaklyn, holding her breath for the older female to answer. Her males were across the room, their faces showing how much they disliked her shutting them out.

Jaklyn eliminated the space between them, taking both of Nita’s hands in her own. “Nita, from the moment I learned of your existence, I was overjoyed. I’ve always wanted a sora. A sister. When I found out about you, my world became brighter, fuller. Yes, like you, I have mates who give me purpose and love I would die without. A sister, kin of my blood is different. I’m not saying I don’t have a special connection to the other females of our pack, and the females who are mated to the other Ravens are like sisters, not to mention the demoness females who are like blood, but you and I...we are connected in a way only blood can be. I’m probably not explaining it right.”

Nita released Jaklyn’s hands, ignoring the hurt in the green eyes staring down at her as she stepped closer, and for the first time, she hugged her sister. Warmth filled her, sealing the cracks that had been made from the hurts she’d suffered. “I love you too, sora,” she whispered. The tears she always fought to control flowed freely. Jaklyn wrapped her arms around her, sobs wracked her slight frame too. Nita and her sister both cried until she was sure all her tears were gone. Anytime she’d cried as a child, she was punished. Now she was safe with her pack, safe with her family to let herself feel.

“Okay, I really want you both to let it all out, but you know, it’s making my eyes all leaky, and we can’t have that,” Bakra said.

There were several snorts and grunts. Pack members, who either agreed with Bakra or were shocked by her statement, tried to cover up their sounds with coughs or laughter. Nita wasn’t any of the above because she knew Bakra was a little skittish of feelings in general. “Thanks, B. I think we’re good.”

Bakra gave a dip of her head, looking around the huge space before she strode over to the large bar and hopped onto the granite top.

The double doors opened, allowing the alpha and his mate to walk in. The scent of their fresh mating coated the two elders, making her mate Tank groan. “Couldn’t you two have like showered or something before coming to the meeting you called?” he asked his father.

Brock lifted one brow but didn’t answer. He made his way to the back of the large open space where his seat was set up above the others. Lorna took her seat to the right of him. Brock cleared his throat, getting the packs attention.

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