Page 56 of Nita's Redemption

“No, you’re not, and no you didn’t. Remember, soundproof rooms. We woke when she slipped out and sort of hung back to make sure Hurricane or one of the others hadn’t stayed outside. I don’t trust him,” Abe said, drinking half the beer in one long swallow.

He looked at the bottle in his hand, taking a long pull before he spoke. “He has a lot of baggage. I think the male their mother was married to was a sadistic prick.”

“Wanna talk about baggage with him, maybe do a baggage weighing contest. Pretty sure we have people who can out baggage his ass.” Abe drank the last of his beer.

“Listen, we can’t judge another’s shit by our own.” Tank grinned, pointing his empty bottle toward his best friend. “Don’t say it.”

Abe held his hands up, the one holding the bottle swung back and forth. “Hey, I’m just saying. My shit doesn’t stank.”

Tank tossed the empty bottle in the trash, ignoring Abe’s deep chuckle behind him. “Yeah, it does. It’s why we implored Zeus to do some magic so that when you take a shadoob, it magics the stank away.”

He dodged the fist aimed at his arm, entering the master suite to find Link being the big spoon behind Nita. He sent Abe an image of him taking up the other side, but the bastard eased into the spot, leaving the foot of the huge bed for Tank.

Well, he’d see who would be where after he took a quick shower and pushed one of those bastards out of the spot he wanted. Before he walked back into the bedroom, he sent his father a message. ‘I think we need to talk before training tomorrow. Hurricane came to visit and said some interesting things. Something about forcing his mother to mate with you and another which was why she ran.’

Tank knew that if the female who birthed Hurricane and Honor would’ve stayed, even if she hadn’t been his father’s truemate, Tank wouldn’t be there. His own mother had been a truemate, but his father had a sense of obligation that would have seen him claim the other woman who was pregnant with his children, which meant Tank’s mother would’ve been alone and possibly alive today. In that scenario, there was no Tank. And Lorna, she was Brock’s truemate, but with that one little change who knows where they’d be today.

‘What the hell are you talking about, son?’ Brock asked in a rough voice as if he’d been sleeping.

Tank sent him the information he’d gotten from Hurricane, waiting for his father to respond. He stood there with a towel around his hips and a toothbrush in his mouth for what felt like hours. Finally his father responded.

‘That is not how or what happened. I don’t know who told their mother that but...I’ll speak with him tomorrow. I would think she wouldn’t, but the female wasn’t right in the head. That much I remember. She was sweet and beautiful, but her older sister had control over her that was almost unnatural. If she shared the memory of her time here with him, and I can see what she felt and saw then maybe I can get Hurricane to give me access—are you okay?’

‘I’m good, dad. Get some rest. When you speak with him, I’d like to be with you. I’m not sure I trust him or his crew.’

‘See you in the morning.’

‘Promise to have me with you when you talk with him,’ Tank pressed.

‘Goddess, you’d think you were the alpha not me. Fine, I’ll make sure you’re present, but know your role, son.’ Brock ended their link.

“Know your role? Ha, my role is to have my alpha’s and my pack’s back. Even if that means pissing my father off.” Tank spoke out loud and tossed the towel into the hamper then pulled some briefs on. He thought of Hurricane and his ignorant questions about them all sleeping together. He didn’t mind having three dicks in the way when they made love to their female, but they’d all agreed to keep their cocks under wraps when they slept. The cotton stretched over his legs as he eased them up, but at least it covered him.

ABE WAS THE FIRST TO wake the next morning. It was a bit of a surprise to him to find he was still snuggled in front of their mate, since Tank had basically told him he wanted to sleep next to her. He grinned when he imagined the big fucker scowling the previous night. Of course, he’d have been the one scowling if Tank had tossed his ass from the bed.

Easing off the side, he went to the bathroom down the hall to shower and get ready. Once he finished, the first thing he did was get breakfast going for the others in their family. His heart and chest swelled with love. The three of them would normally have grabbed something to eat, talked, then gone to work or trained. Creating video games and software for humans who owned billion dollar corporations paid really fucking well.

He rolled his shoulders as he thought of the program he’d finished the day before they’d bonded with Nita. Humans were fucking weird. Why the hell they wanted to create images that looked and talked like their favorite celebrity was beyond him. Luckily, the powers that be, aka the government had hired their company to add bots to the interweb to help detect if said AI tried to Deep Fake officials.

“Mmm, what’s that delicious smell?” Nita asked.

Abe looked up from the counter where he’d just finished placing the heaping mound of scrambled eggs with cheese. His gaze locked onto her cleavage that was exposed, showing off a little glimpse of her black bra with the white tank over it. Shite, every male at the training arena was going to get their asses killed today.

“You hungry?” Abe grabbed four plates down, placing one in front of each chair.

His mate smiled, sashaying her tiny ass over to one of the barstools, running a manicured nail from her chin down to the center of her chest. He swallowed audibly.

“Yo, Abe, you’re gonna burn the bacon,” Link growled.

Abe pointed the spatula at Nita. “It’s her fault. She’s tempting me with her titties on display.”

She laughed, feigning outrage. “My titties, as you so eloquently put it, are not on display.”

Nita looked down at her chest, doing that thing females do to drive males crazy, adjusting their boobs where they create the perfect plumpness of two mounds. Abe imagined his dick sliding between them, slick with precome. Her naughty little smile let him know she was seeing his thoughts and was feeding his fantasies.

He spun back to the stove, taking the bacon off before it was completely ruined. “Hope you like extra crispy pig,” he growled.

“Eww, do not call it pig. It’s bacon.” Nita pouted.

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