Page 37 of Nita's Redemption

Chapter Twelve

LINK DIDN’T TRUST THE males who’d come with Hurricane, nor did he trust Hurricane. Sure he may carry the same alpha blood as his best friend and pseudo brother Tank, but he didn’t have the same innate goodness that ran deep inside of Tank, inside all of them. There was something dark hiding in the depths of Hurricane. He took a deep breath as the others passed him, allowing his wolf to scent the other males Hurricane brought with him. ‘They are strong warriors who will do whatever is necessary to protect their alpha and their pack. That is not you and our pack, yet,’ Ludwig rumbled.

It took a little effort to stay calm when his wolf spoke to him. ‘Whether that darkness means harm to us and our pack, I’m not sure. The only thing we need to focus on is keeping everyone we’re bonded to, safe from harm.’

‘You using your inside voice again, boy?’ Hurricane’s deep growl pressed into his mind, making Ludwig growl back. The ferocious beast inside Link wasn’t the least bit scared of Hurricane’s wolf or the male himself.

The other wolves fanned out around Hurricane, waiting for what, Link hadn’t a clue.

“Interesting. Very interesting. I can see you and your brother are more than simply pretty boys who tag along with my baby bro.” The male gave a nod.

He and his pack stared at the backs of the...well not really intruders, although he did agree with his wolf when he thought of them as interlopers since they came onto their borders, but as the males moved behind their alpha in a military fashion, Link had to admit they made an intimidating sight. His wolf scoffed.

Brock sighed and shook his head. “That’s enough. I’ve just learned that the trailers have had some upgrades so you all will be more than comfortable. Seems our friendly neighborhood God has done some enlarging to accommodate your pack. I’ve been assured he hasn’t fucked shit up or made them unlivable. For whatever reason, Zeus says they’ll be integral in what’s to come.” Brock sighed, dropping his shoulders.

“Godammit, I hate when he says shit like that.” Bakra flashed beside Brock like she’d been there the entire time. She glared at those around her then kicked the leg of a chair yelping. “Shite, who thought it was a good idea to create lead chairs?” she asked, hopping around on one leg while pumping her right hand in a jackoff motion then shoving her middle finger in the air. Now usually this would look absurd on everyone who performed the weird act. However, on Bakra, it was funny. If Link wasn’t already ass over head in love with his mate, he would find it sexy. Kind of like the male who had stopped outside the doorway and gazed back inside with a look of heat so hot Link thought the entire place would go up in flames. Not that Bakra seemed to notice or anything, nope she just continued being her regular crazy self.

Jaklyn moved to block the doorway, shutting it completely. “Listen y’all. Things are weird... or rather weirder than usual. This pack has gone through lots of changes since Brock took over, and then when I... well when I returned with my two males. I know that crew seems odd, but we need to remember shit ain’t always the same as we are here.”

Nita raised her hand. “I think I can attest to that. I mean look at me. Can any of you say you’ve encountered a female who left a child on the verge of teen angst only to return a grown-ass female who had lived a full life on another world?”

There was a lot of mumbling and feet shuffling. Link lifted his female over his shoulder, slapping her ass once. “We may not have seen or experienced it before, but I for one am fucking thrilled we have the sexiest female who returned after all that. Now we’re going to take Nita home and cuddle.”

Again there were snorts and muttering all around them. Tank silenced the gathering fools with a look and growl. Fuck, it was great having a partner who was also next in line to be alpha who had the ability to shut down the shit talking.

He thought of Hurricane and his uncanny resemblance to Tank. Worry tried to worm its way into his psyche, fear that the other male could be there to overtake Brock and Tank with his demented crew.

Nita pushed up, slithering her way down his front until she was wrapped around him with her lips next to his ear. “That’s not going to happen, love. Not as long as I have breath left in my body.”

And that was one of his fears. Hurricane and the others didn’t appear to have any real problems ignoring the females as if they were second class citizens. In fact, they openly showed their utter lack of respect for them. It was in the way they looked at Lorna and the other females and how they’d spoken to, or rather the way they hadn’t addressed them at all. Hurricane and his males were simply indifferent. Combine all of that, and in Link’s opinion, you get a shitshow waiting to happen, especially since his pack considered the females equals.

“There was something familiar with those males,” Nita said.

Link halted, his mind jerking to what she said. “What do you mean? Of course there’s something familiar. Hurricane is related to Brock and Tank.”

Nita unlocked her legs from around Link’s waist, moving herself out of his embrace. “No, it’s more than that. I don’t know how to explain it, and maybe I’m reaching.”

“Nita, go ahead and tell us what it is you think is familiar or the sense you are getting. Trust me, I know that things aren’t always as they seem. Hurricane’s mama was definitely something else. She wasn’t a wolf like us, but she was a shifter. While some call us gypsy, her clan was different as well. Romanichal and Travelers, which is what we were once called, are from different cultures. Most of our ancestors are from the UK and Ireland, with links to the British running deep, while Hurricane and his family primarily came from a much different culture. In fact, there are rumors that in the seventeen hundreds a Calvinist pastor from Satu Mare in Transylvania, was the first to notice the similarity between Romani and Indo-Aryan. This pastor Vályi István was the reason further research was conducted, which lead to the conclusion that the Romani were descended from Sanskrit.”

“So is it believed that the Romani are vampires?” Jaklyn asked, her green eyes brighter than usual.

Brock shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t notice Hurricane’s mother sucking my blood, but she definitely didn’t like to shift in front of me, nor did she have the same bond to my wolf, nor did my wolf bond to her. I had no clue about Hurricane and Honor until years later. His mother had mated a male who was part of a park in the Bayou, and she severed ties with me and mine. Her male claimed the Hurricane and Honor she said. I wanted to go straight to them and stake my own claim, but she’d begged me to stay away, stating that it would bring great dishonor to their family. I heard the honesty in her tone and then Hurricane had come onto the phone and rejected my claim on him followed by Honor. Neither of them wished to meet me.”

Link stared at their alpha, feeling the anguish through their pack bond.

“Is that why you hesitated on mating my mom? Did you think she’d run off on you?” Tank asked, keeping his back to his father.”

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