Broken Dreams (Unhingedverse)
Broken Dreams: Chapter 36

QUINN

“I don’t know how to feel,” I murmur, shivering under the covers as Linus holds me. He cleaned me up with Callum, helped me change into pajamas, and stayed with me as I laid in silence in bed.

Callum had to leave with Duncan, but I know it’s for a good reason.

“I’m getting in with you, you can yell at me later,” Christian mutters. The blankets rise for a moment and then the mattress depresses before his arms wrap around me.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Linus says, rolling his eyes as if he doesn’t care.

My lips twitch as he winks so only I can see.

“I’ll survive,” Christian says. “I’ve been shot before.”

“Not helping,” I say. I can’t help the yawn that escapes me. It’s as if my body is more tired than it ever has been. It’s a soul deep exhaustion.

“Life is dangerous,” he replies. “You just replace reasons to keep living to the next day, Quinn.”

“Poetic,” I sigh. “Don’t be quite so charming.”

“Not everyone can be this perfect,” he purrs. Christian’s face is buried in my throat, his chest vibrating despite the bullet wound that’s only a few days healed. “I’m happy being the alpha in your life that you fight with. Growl at me, smack me upside the head, whatever you want as long as I can do this.”

“Still being too charming,” Linus grumbles, kissing my lips. “Is he at least helping?”

“How petty is it to say no and lie?” I mutter. Christian’s chuckle is light and sweet, warming places inside of me that I thought may be forever cold and dark.

“Never change, beautiful,” Christian says against my skin. Now I may be shivering for another reason. “I love the fire inside of you. It means that you may struggle, things may knock you down, but you’ll come back swinging. If you need me to keep that fire stoked, I’ll be your man.”

Linus smirks, knowing damn well there are times when I enjoy fighting. Lately, it gets me fucked by him in the shower. There are different kinds of fighting and arguing. It can be delicious foreplay.

Christian inhales sharply, making me wriggle against him. Fuck, I know he can smell me perfuming as I think about shower sex with Linus and how hot it is.

“You like fighting,” he realizes, jaw dropping. “Oh, mi amor, you are full of surprises.”

“She does,” Linus says with a low chuckle. This is helping, the teasing is helping to ground me, the warmth chasing away the chill.

“Is that what I am?” I ask Christian. Over time, I’ve been looking up Spanish words to learn what he’s been saying to me.

“You and Linus are my loves, yes,” he rumbles, not pretending not to know what I mean. “I’ve made a great number of mistakes, and I know that. I wanted to be accepted by the mafia community so that I could stay while I get to know you both, show you how sorry I am. Somehow, I found myself becoming a better man for it as well. Even if it’s one you don’t know yet.”

“It feels pointless to be mad at you,” I mutter. “You hurt us, Christian. We were easily accessible and just as easily forgotten. That’s how it felt. We need you to understand that.”

“I used to make myself forget you existed as soon as you left,” Linus confesses. “Caring about anyone outside of Quinn wasn’t possible for me at the club. I knew I couldn’t keep you, so why bother?”

“In some ways, maybe it would have been better if we’d met somewhere else,” Christian says.

“But in others not,” I decide. “There were times toward the end where Bret never knew when you’d come in. I think that may have kept me alive.”

“Fucker,” Linus mutters.

“I missed getting to watch you kill him,” Christian says. “I heard he pissed himself a couple of times.”

“You can’t piss yourself without a urethra,” I say. “Kane did a very thorough job of destroying it before putting the wick down the slit of his cock.”

“Jesus,” he whispers. His cock should be shriveled by the thought of Bret’s dick candle and demise, but instead it’s rock hard. “When you all go in for torture, you don’t fuck around.”

“Does that turn you on?” Linus asks wickedly. “It’s too bad you’ve been shot.”

“Why? My cock still works very well,” Christian says. “If I grind it any more into Quinn’s ass, she’ll be wearing an indentation of it in her skin.”

I can’t help my laugh, shaking my head. He’s confident, that’s for damn sure.

“I want to move forward with you two,” he says. “I know that won’t be easy, I hurt you both. I just need to know if there is room in your life and hearts for me.”

Don’t freaking melt. Don’t do it.

“Fuck me,” Linus groans, burying his face in my tits as he hides under the blankets. My fingers push into his hair, tugging him back up. If I leave him down there for too long, he’ll have me naked from the waist down in seconds.

“I would say that’s a yes from Linus,” I say, sighing. “I can tell that you’re not the selfish man you were when we first met, Christian. I never imagined that you’d have calluses on your hands and build houses.”

“I do what I’m told and try not to get hit with any two by fours, but I’m enjoying it,” Christian rumbles. “I had to text the head person this morning to explain I got shot. I’ve shown up every day without fail.”

“You’re not doing any heavy lifting while you’re hurt,” I admonish. “Okay. I’m willing to see where this goes, Christian. My body clearly doesn’t want to move from where I am, and I’m trying this new thing called doing what feels right to me.”

“From murder to fucking, the pendulum runs wide on this,” Linus teases. “Hedge your bets, Christian.”

“I’ll proceed with caution, Linus,” he promises. “You’ve stopped shivering, Quinn. How are you feeling now?”

My shirt has managed to ride up my stomach, and his fingers are exploring the smooth, sensitive skin.

“Better,” I breathe. “Christian.”

“I’m being so good,” he says, as if he’s speaking to himself. “You’re both an addiction, under my skin, and in my blood. Being able to just talk with you is something I’ll never take for granted. Baby, tell me to get up.”

“I can’t,” I whimper. It’s true, I don’t want him to move away. I want more of this.

“You smell so sweet,” Linus says, pulling away the blankets to expose the way my thighs are squeezed together. “I need to eat your pussy, Quinn.”

“You heard him,” Christian growls. “How could you say no to that face?”

“She says it often,” Linus pouts, moving down my body to kiss my stomach. The cheeky omega also manages to suck on Christian’s finger too, and fuck me, I push my ass back against the alpha’s cock as I whine.

His answering grunt makes me worry that I’ve hurt him, but he purrs to help me relax.

“You’ve had an exhausting day, baby. Let Linus make you feel good,” he says, turning onto his back to drag me between his thighs. His thick cock is still pressing against my ass, and I swear, I may combust with need.

Linus crawls up our bodies to kiss me as he pushes up my shirt.

“I want to drown in your slick and look up at your gorgeous, flushed body,” he groans. “I need to remember that you’re safe, still with me, and that we’re winning today in this insane fight for happiness. Is that okay?”

How can I say anything but yes to that?

“Yeah, Linus. I’m okay with that,” I say, my voice strangled with emotion.

His answering heated gaze makes me feel as if I’m going to burn up as he removes my shirt so that I’m laying against Christian’s bare skin. I can feel the material of the bandage, again worrying that I’m going to hurt him.

“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” he murmurs, his hands ghosting up my skin. He never actually touches where I want, just drags his fingertips up my body.

“Edging is rude,” Linus says, pulling my bottoms off and tossing them over his shoulder. “Play with her tits, frame them for me, Alpha.”

“Linus,” Christian warns, purring deep in his chest as his hands finally squeeze my breasts firmly. “You’re both going to fucking kill me. I’m trying to be so good for you.”

“You’ve always been careful about your control,” I moan. Linus wasn’t kidding, and he shoved my thighs up so I am spread eagle for him as he licks up my arousal. “What would happen if you just lost it?”

“Quinn, fuck,” he groans. “Goddamn, I don’t know. I don’t want to scare you or hurt either of you.”

“You taste like everything good in the world,” Linus says, noisily eating me out. His tongue is flicking and sucking on my clit, and I can’t control my noises.

Thank fuck the door is closed to the nest.

All the while, Christian is torturing my nipples in the best of ways with his fingers, twisting and pulling at them the way he knows I like. When you’ve known each other for as long as we have, you learn their needs quickly.

At least, their sexual needs. The rest, we’ll figure out, I guess.

I’m soaking his pants with my slick, his cock so hard, I’m surprised he’s not in immense pain by now.

“Help me make Quinn come,” Linus moans, his face shiny with my juices. His hands massage up Christian’s thick thighs, his eyes blown with desire.

“He’s so hard,” I say, tattling on our alpha. Fuck, ours. He is, we’ve just been working our way through our bullshit together.

“You should take your pants off,” Linus suggests. His fingers replaceing their way under the waistband of his sweatpants. “Please, Alpha?”

“If I take these off, I’m going to end up knot deep inside of you,” Christian grunts. “Do you want that, Little Omega?”

The way he says that has me mewling and desperate.

“I’m trying so hard, baby. I don’t want to pressure you⁠—”

“I want it,” I whine. “Right now, there’s nothing I want more. Please, please, Christian.”

“Begging isn’t something you should do quite so sweetly, baby,” he growls. “It’s just not fair. Fuck, it’s yours.”

Christian shoves his pants down, and with Linus’ help, gets them off. I can tell the exact moment my best friend gets his wet, hot mouth around our alpha’s knot when Christian yells out in surprise.

“You don’t play fair. Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth,” he gasps.

Linus grins as he releases him, drool sliding down his chin unabashedly before he returns to eating out my cunt. My fingers claw at the sheets as I moan and cry out, and Christian slides his cock over the crack of my ass. I’m so wet, he uses my arousal like a damn slip and slide as his hands move over my body without any more hesitation.

It feels so good, and my eyes roll back as I come between them. Except, I want more.

“Christian,” I moan. “Please knot me. I want you and Linus together.”

His hands hold tight to my hips, lifting me to help me turn before the last words have fallen from my lips.

“Yes,” he says, his eyes hooded and pupils blown. “Fuck, I need you so much.”

Linus’ hand helps line his huge cock at my entrance, and I gasp as he stretches me.

“You can take him, beautiful,” he croons in my ear, kissing down my throat.

“Fuck, it’s been too damn long,” Christian says. “Take it slow, Quinn. Ah!”

He yells as I ignore him, rising slightly up before I drop down to take him even deeper. This isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done, as there’s lights bursting behind my eyelids from pain and endorphins. Linus rubs my clit, whispering words of encouragement.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “An inch at a time. You’re taking our alpha so good, Quinn. Fuck, I can hear you coating his cock with your slick. Keep going so I can fuck your tight ass.”

“The two of you are going to kill me,” Christian says, his chest heaving with exertion.

“Not if I do all the work,” I tease him, my eyes threatening to close again. He feels so good after so much time apart, and I don’t ever want to stop.

I’d also prefer not sending him to the hospital because he hurt himself.

His cock is filling me up so well, my cunt remembering how to stretch to accommodate his size as my fingers pull on hair so I’ll have something to hold onto.

“I don’t think I’ll ever let you do all the work, mi amor,” he rumbles, the vibration something I can feel deep inside of me as his hands grab the globes of my ass to lift and pull me down.

It’s like an out of body experience as his dick makes every nerve ending in my cunt stand at attention. We feel you, and we thank you for your service.

Linus pinches my clit before moving away, chuckling at my squeal. For someone who rarely makes that noise, he really knows how to pull it out of me.

“Linus,” I whine. He needs to stop messing with me and fuck me. I can feel the way Christian’s dick jerks inside of me, making my body shudder as I clamp down in response.

I’m going to come again.

Our alpha kisses me as he fucks me, and Linus finally coats his dick in my arousal, beginning to push it into my hole. All of a sudden I’m even more full, and Christian is rocking his knot over the entrance of my pussy.

“So bossy, yet now you’re realizing how full you are, huh?” he teases softly. “I expect all of your words while I fuck you with my knot, little brat.”

“Please,” I whimper. “I want it. I need you to move. Alpha⁠—”

Linus’ hand is on my hip while his arm wraps around Christian’s back to hold us both. He bites down on my shoulder to distract me as our alpha begins to fuck his knot inside of me. They work together to push me over the edge of my release. The slick pushing out of my pussy coats his knot, easing it in.

All I can do is hold tightly to Christian as I ride the emotions tied to being knotted by him. It’s not just sex, there’s a trust that I’m giving him as he drops his control. I can tell he’s given himself over to us, his hips thrusting and pistoning to get his knot all the way in as Linus fucks me down on top of it.

They work together so well, whispering their words of love as I break apart for them.

My body is sprawled over Christian’s chest as I lay boneless and spent. His knot isn’t going to go down any time soon, and I can feel Linus’ cum leaking slowly out of my ass as he pulls out of me, and I whimper weakly.

“I know, baby,” he says softly, kissing my hair. “I’m going to grab a rag, just lay there and look cute.”

Smiling sleepily, I can feel myself slipping into a warm fog, where rest is coming.

“You’re not hurting me, and my knot is going to keep us attached for a while,” Christian murmurs. “I’ll keep you safe while you sleep, Quinn. I swear it.”

Sighing, I let my eyes close the rest of the way, and let myself dream about what it would be like to have everything I could ever want.

CALLUM

“I’m so ready to get home,” I groan.

An eight hour round trip sucks. We had to pull resources to help, and Aisling joined Pack Mohan with her pack to help get everyone moved. The omegas were scared, for good reasons, since we went in with Pack Dresmond and killed all the guards.

Our omegas said no mercy was to be given, so we had none.

While they handle the logistics of moving so many people to the shelter, I’m headed home with Duncan in the truck. Pack Dresmond is following behind us to take Adira home, and I have to admit that I’m glad she’s at the house with Quinn.

Pregnant or not, Adira knows how to protect herself and others. Oh yeah, Christian is at the house too.

I’m tired and snarky at two in the morning.

“Half an hour left on our drive,” Duncan says tiredly. “I didn’t realize Bret had so many omegas ‘working’ for him.”

I didn’t either. Being forced to provide services doesn’t offer any benefits. I think I counted at least twenty omegas at the club panicking before we helped explain what was happening. We also found two more people left in a cage while everyone else was with clients.

I can’t even imagine their story.

They’re all going to have a long road ahead of them. I’m so glad Bret is dead, the only downside is that I can’t kill him again. That honor rightly went to Quinn.

“There’s so much evil in the world,” I mutter. “It blows my mind that people like Bret and Miles give so few fucks about destroying so many lives.”

“Speaking of Miles Kellogg, he and Hudson still need to be dealt with. Do you think that Quinn can help replace Miles’ home?” he asks.

There’s a deep, wrenching pain in my chest, making me grunt as I rub it. Fuck.

“Her skills are good enough for it,” I mutter. “I can’t believe that son of a bitch was using her like that. While the coding world has changed over the years, Quinn is still able to follow the shift. I swear, she’ll be better than I am. Her mind is incredible.”

“She’s a natural,” Duncan says. “You can’t blame yourself for teaching her how to code. There’s no way you could have known that her dad would use that as an incentive to sell her.”

“I made Quinn dangerous to him,” I admit. “Coding made her question the world more, even though she did her best to be the daughter she thought she needed to be. Goddamnit, do you feel that?”

Duncan’s face gradually changes as we get closer, nodding.

“Something’s wrong,” he breathes. “Fuck, it hurts. Call Adira and then check the cameras. Also, hold on.”

My back presses into my seat as my brother accelerates sharply. Morris is driving behind us, and immediately keeps pace with us. Duncan is a very patient and safe driver usually. If he’s breaking speed limits, it’s for a really good reason.

My call to Adira goes unanswered, and I replace that the video cameras are all working except for the ones in the backyard. They’re blacked out with black spray paint. Something is going down, just as we’re on our way home.

I don’t believe in coincidence.

“We’re not going to get back in time,” I breathe, my chest on fire. “We can’t lose them again. Any of them.”

“We won’t,” Duncan says grimly, taking a turn hard. “We’re fifteen minutes away now. I hate to say it, but Christian is there. We’re going to have to trust that he and Adira can keep things locked down. Quinn is also no slouch with a weapon. Keep it together.”

His jaw is tight as he focuses, and I can tell that’s easier said than done. For some reason, all I can feel is that something is wrong, I can’t communicate with Quinn or Linus.

Come on, drive faster, Duncan. ‘Are we there yet’ has new meaning tonight. I fucking hate feeling helpless.

QUINN

Time doesn’t seem to have meaning. It’s the early hours of the morning, the witching hours if I really think about it. Yet, I’m eating pancakes with my people and having a really good time.

“Does anyone else think it’s weird to be awake at two in the morning?” Adira asks with a grin. “I used to have a hard time sleeping, and spent a lot of time in this house trying to figure out what to do.”

“A part of me really loves that you have so many memories here,” I murmur.

“Duncan and Callum saved my life,” she says. Christian watches her interestedly, pushing aside his empty plate.

Nothing goes better at this time than pancakes. They’re fucking delicious.

“You all seem really close,” Christian murmurs.

“What else are you supposed to be when they buy you at auction,” she teases, surprising him. “Through a series of fucked up events, they became my best friends. I used to think about you, Quinn, and wish they’d replace you. Even though things have been chaotic, they’re so much happier.”

I must be getting sappy as it gets later in the night, because I blink away the threat of tears as I nod.

“I’m happier too,” I whisper with a smile.

My mom left a few minutes ago, telling me that she needed air, but there was a very odd look on her face. I want to see if she’s okay.

“I’ll be right back,” I rasp, swallowing hard. With all of the security features, I doubt there’s anything wrong, but I haven’t had a chance to talk with her about replaceing her scent match.

She doesn’t owe me anything, yet I have a feeling she may be trying to figure out things. Maybe I can help.

“Where are you going?” Linus asks, brow raised as he begins to pick up plates to wash them.

“My mom said she was going to go outside,” I explain. “I want to check on her.”

“We’ll be here,” Adira says, smiling. “The guys should be back soon. The last time they texted was an hour ago. Shit, I should go replace my phone. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen it.”

I don’t even have one since I so rarely need it, so I chuckle as I leave the kitchen. My tablet is upstairs so I may go get it if Adira can’t replace her phone, to see where the guys are. I expected dismantling the club would have taken a lot of time, so I’m surprised they’re already on their way back.

Opening the back door to the patio, I search for my mother, my steps taking me further out into the backyard. Fall is creeping in, making me shiver as a cold breeze blows through. Soon, I’ll need to wear more clothing to go out, and there’s a comfort in knowing I’ll have it.

No more freezing in thin, borrowed clothing that Bret provided, or leaving in the early hours of the morning to move to our next location. I’m home, here to stay.

I’m still wearing a knife on the back of my thigh, something that Christian insisted on and then wanted to drag me back to bed to cut my pajamas off. Linus thought it was hysterical and suggested pancakes should be on the agenda before knife play.

My lips freeze in a smile as I play out the memory in my mind, my gaze on my father as he holds a knife to my mother’s throat.

“Hello, daughter, how lovely of you to come join us,” he sneers.

Mom is pale, eyes wide with terror as she stands in front of him, my father’s arm banded around her stomach.

“I couldn’t stop myself from leaving,” she whispers. “Go back inside.”

“No!” he whisper-shouts at her. “You’re not in charge, you little slut. Did you think I wouldn’t hear about Bryce scent matching with you? I’ve done my damndest to keep everyone away from you. Poor, sad, little Ayla. Forever alone, because you’re mine!”

“You can’t own people,” I rasp, swallowing hard. I’m trying to keep from being frozen in fear, knowing I’ll never be able to throw my knife at my father faster than he can slit Mom’s throat.

“I heard you were talking now,” he sniffs. “You’re useless to me, girl. Too old for Alpha Miles, and Bret isn’t returning my calls.”

“It’s hard to return phone calls when you’re dead,” I tell him.

There are intermittent lights in the trees, but I’m standing in a pool of darkness. I barely hear the thump of the weapon when it lands by my foot, but I can feel how cool it is when I brush against it.

I don’t want to confirm who my savior may be because it’s unimportant. I need to get myself out of this, and now I have the means to.

“Your time away has made you feral,” my father growls. “Get on the ground like the dog you are.”

The alpha bark folds my legs, the ground hard on my knees as I drop. My mother is gazing at me in horror, and an automatic light turns on so she can see my face. Reaching for the gun with my fingertips to bring it closer to me, I force myself to ignore her cry of pain as my father digs it into her sensitive skin.

“What are you going to do now that I’m here?” I ask him, my gaze on my mother. She seems to read something in my determined look, and there’s no fear in my tone. I’m not completely bluffing, I know I’m a good shot. I just need to know that she’ll be clear. “I don’t see that much has changed except that you’re exerting your power on others, as usual.”

“You’ve always had a mouth on you,” he complains.

“Hmm. Doubt that’ll change in your lifetime,” I state.

Mom begins to fight him, and my father curses as he pulls away the knife. He wants someone to hold over my head, he doesn’t actually want to hurt her himself. It’s an odd and very toxic relationship.

My father throws her on the ground, and I immediately raise the firearm, flicking off the safety and firing. And continue to fire. Over and over, I empty the entire fucking clip into his scheming body.

Never again, I whisper over and over in my mind. Never will he play with people’s lives again, never will he hurt another person.

Never, never, never!

“Quinn,” Christian says softly, his hand gentle as he touches my shoulder. “Check on your mom, mi amor. I’ll take the gun and make sure the old bastard is dead.”

Gasping out a sob, I blindly hand him the gun before scrambling to my mother. My father’s commands are no longer working, and I’m fairly certain the man is dead. I lost track of how many bullets I sunk into his body, my mind disassociating from the action.

Maybe it’ll help the nightmares…

“Mom,” I say, my hands moving over as she lays unmoving. “Mom!”

“I’m okay,” she says weakly, struggling to push herself up. “Bullets hurt, even when they’re not hitting you. Who knew?”

A hysterical laugh threatens to break free, showing me how not okay I am. I hug her tightly as Christian confirms that my father is dead, and Adira and Linus run outside to us.

“Quinn!” Duncan roars from inside, the open door carrying his voice through the house.

I cry harder because they’re finally home, and my mom rocks with me.

“We’re safe,” she whispers. “He can’t ever hurt us again, Quinn.”

The thundering footsteps of alphas running as they burst through the door seems anticlimactic as I huff out a small laugh. It’s much less hysterical than the first and better controlled. Duncan doesn’t bother to pull me up, he just drops to his knees and hugs my mom and I tightly.

“I don’t think I could handle losing either one of you,” he mutters. “Stupid bastard thought he’d be able to manipulate you both.”

“Just me,” Mom sighs, not worried about how tightly Duncan is squeezing us both. “I couldn’t fight his voice in my head. He said he’d kill everyone in the house, and Adira is pregnant and you’re⁠—”

“Men like that prey on your fears,” Adira says, squatting down beside us. “How’s your head feeling now, Ayla?”

“Quiet,” Mom whispers, tears streaming down her face. “It’s like he was never there.”

There’s so much happiness in her voice and surprise, it threatens to overwhelm me as Callum steals me away from his brother.

“Saving yourself again, I see,” he says, kissing me hard. My legs feel wobbly, and he effortlessly holds me upright. “Fuck, Quinnie. On the way home I felt like I was being punched in the chest. Are you sure you’re not hurt somewhere?”

“No,” I deny, shaking my head. “I’m fine, I was just so scared. I knew I didn’t have a weapon on me and was freaking the fuck out.”

“I crept out after her when I got this weird feeling,” Christian grunts, standing. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to take the shot logistically, so I tossed her my gun. She didn’t fucking hesitate. God, I feel like I’m rapidly aging.”

“That’s what happens when your mate is capable and insane,” Morris mutters, tugging Adira to stand. My mom is glaring at my father’s body, probably cursing him out in her mind. “Quinn did a really good job.”

“Eight slugs in his body, the last in his head. Asshole didn’t have a chance,” Christian says proudly. “I still feel like I should check my pants.”

“We taught her how to shoot,” Duncan says with a shrug as I roll my eyes.

“Stop peeing on me,” I tell them as Linus snickers.

He pulls me away, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I love you,” he says, kissing my nose. “I know that was completely necessary, but you scare the shit out of me.”

Smirking, I nod as Jed calls Cian about a clean up man, and I bask in how unreal my life is. Walking inside, the doorbell rings, making me glance at Duncan in confusion as he walks to answer it.

“I texted Bryce, suggesting that he come over,” he says.

“Does he know?” Mom asks, eyes wide as she drifts over to us.

“I didn’t know how to tell him ‘hey, your scent match’s husband tried to kill her’ in a text, Mom,” Duncan snarks as my mother’s eyes widen.

He’s never called her that before, but that’s what she’s been for a long time. Her tears are for him and not my dad as Duncan opens the door.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Ayla?” Bryce asks, walking quickly into the house.

“Hi,” Mom says tearfully. “I’m fine…now.”

I can’t help but giggle as he picks her up with a low growl. “I’ll have her back in a few days, Quinn,” he mutters, picking her up and walking right back out.

“I have to say I like his style,” Christian says, amused.

“She doesn’t even have any clothes… Ugh, I’m going to pretend I didn’t say that,” I groan, cheeks heating.

Duncan grins as he closes the door with a shrug.

“You sound wide awake, Sweet Girl. Let’s chat until you’re tired,” he says.

“We’re going to spend the night,” Damon says, popping his head out. “I want to hear all about your combat moves, Quinn.”

When your life is full of genuinely insane alphas, you can’t take yourself too seriously. I know when I walk into the living room that Kane will be babying both his doll and Adira, and Jed will be rolling his eyes at his brother.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.