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I will be happy to claim our mate for him should she return while he’s too weak to get hard.

I flash my cocks at him to hammer my point home.

He scowls at me, but he picks up his food.

Scratch grins at me, hiding his mouth quickly when Fox scowls at him.

We take our time with our food, and Fox’s mood improves slightly before Scar comes home.

I am disappointed to see he is alone.

Fox rushes over to him. “Where is she?”

“Calm down,” Scar tells him a hint of command in his tone.

Fox steps back, no longer crowding him at the entrance to The Abyss.

He waits impatiently, his fluffy tail tapping the side of his leg.

It is as restrained as Fox gets.

Scratch comes to the front of his cave, and I step out of Fox’s cave to move closer to him.

“Everyone sit down,” Scar says. “The sun will be rising soon, and we’ve got nowhere else to be. There is much to discuss.”

Chapter Nineteen

Fox

Scaristryingtokill me. My tail is flapping around like crazy, I’m already being super patient waiting to hear what he did with our mate, and he’s making us sit down in a circle near our cave entrances before he’ll even start to explain anything.

The same question repeats on my head in a loop while I wait.

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

My gaze moves to the portal opening, some part of me hoping she’ll step through it at any moment, filling me with relief that she’s not been left somewhere out there alone while her mates are all stuck in this place without her company.

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry,” Scar tells us. “I should have told all of you that the barrier was gone. I told myself I was just being thorough, but I had other motives. I planned to kill the Alpha on my own, to take over the town before I came back to get you all.”

Apollo, alive!Get to the point, Scar!

“What about our mate?” I blurt, no longer able to be patient.

He shakes his head at me. “I am getting to that.”

“Well, you’d best be quick about it,” I grumble.

“I would appreciate knowing, too,” Scratch speaks up, followed by my usual supporter in the form of hisses.

“She is safe at home in bed,” he tells us. “This place is a prison. I will not bring her here.”

Ugh. He is right. The Abyss is no place for a beautiful woman who is gentle and kind.

“Then, why did you not stay with her in her bed?” I ask, wondering how big her bed is and how he possibly could have marked her and come back here alone. He would have to be a stone-cold psychopath to manage that without feeling like he was having his skin ripped off with every step.

“I was not with her in bed, for a start,” Scar says. “She may be our fated mate, but we have just met her, and you would all do well to remember that. We will not rush her to be ready for things she may not be ready for.”

“There was no rushing involved,” I mutter.

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