Page 24 of Corbin's Conflict


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“They’re what we call the women around here who aren’t ol’ ladies to the members of the club or a mate.”

“You mean the women I saw around the clubhouse yesterday?” There’s no way I want them to get me clothes. Not of any kind. They’d probably dress me in nothing more than what they did, and that’s just something I could not wear.

“Yeah, baby, the women you saw, they are called doxies here and are for the brothers of this club,” he answers and pulls a shirt on over his very impressive chest.

“Can someone else get my clothes? Maybe even just take me to get them? I don’t have money, but I . . . I can work to pay for them.” The very fact that I don’t have any means to support myself has me feeling hopeless. Completely helpless.

“You don’t have to work to pay for anything, Karsyn.”I find myself drawn into his arms, and he holds me close. “You’ve been through hell, baby, and you need time to figure things out for yourself. As my mate, my ol’ lady, you’ll have your hands full around here as it is because I’ll do what it takes to keep you close. Close means you’re with me. You’re near, and I can keep you safe.”

I nod, still not fully understanding him, but I sense this isn’t just important to him, it’s imperative to him. “I still prefer to get my clothes myself.”

“I’ll take you later today. You and Sage both. She loves that type of shit,” he grumbles, clearly not enthused by the idea of going out for clothes. “Let me just get some other shit handled first.”

“Okay.” I nod and search the floor for the sweatpants he’d given me the other day. His shirts might cover me, but I’d prefer to shield my entire body not just from those who would see me, but from the elements. I’ve always gotten cold easily and don’t want to risk it when I can stop it. It’s nice for once to have something warm rather than the dresses without shoes. Though I love the feel of the earth beneath me, it does leave me chilled.

“Here, Syn,” Corbin calls out, holding out another pair of sweatpants, stopping me from putting the ones I’d worn previously back on. “Do you want socks again?”

“Please.” The ones he’d given me before were so warm, I enjoyed wearing them.

“Alright.”

Grabbing a pair from another drawer, he watches me closely while I finish dressing.

“Thank you.” I meet his gaze once again after I finish.

“No reason to think me, baby,” he remarks, pulling me in his arms. “Your thoughts are clearly still readable to me.”

I blink at his admission and blush, wondering what else he’s heard in my thoughts. Does he know how handsome I find him? By the way, he grins down at me, it answers my own question. I’m going to have to work at shielding my thoughts. He doesn’t need my thoughts in his head mixing with his own. It could become a distraction to him, and with the issues going on right now, he doesn’t need that.

“You’ll learn, Syn, that wolves have what is a mind link to those in their pack or in this club. I have a link to each member within these walls.”

“But I’m not a part of your pack or club,” I whisper before he can continue.

“You’re my mate, Karsyn,” he states as if that explains it all.

Sucking in a heavy breath, I try to step away from him, but he doesn’t allow me to do so.

“We’ll discuss all of this later. Right now, I’m needed out there, and I’m not letting you be far from me. Once I find out what’s going on, then I’ll take you and Sage out. Maybe take time to go eat at the restaurant you had food from yesterday.”

A smile forms on my lips at the suggestion. “The food was really good.” Granted, I didn’t eat much, but what I did consume was delicious.

“Good to hear, but you’re gonna have to eat more than what I saw when I got back here last night,” he states firmly and guides me out of the room. “For now, though, I’ll get some breakfast to hold you over. One of the jobs of the doxies is to prepare breakfast for everyone. Is there anything you don’t eat?”

I’m not sure I want some other woman fixing me food, but I refuse to let him know that, and I hope he doesn’t hear me. Those women . . . they scare me, and I know they definitely don’t like me. I’m willing to bet they’d have me out on my rear before saying anything nice to me.

Corbin stops us in the middle of the hall, turns me toward him, and grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “One thing you need to know about the way of our world, Karsyn, nothing gets by me . . . not in this clubhouse. I’m the President of this club, the Alpha to those who are here. Those women, the doxies, they’re no more than whores. They aren’t even allowed to talk to you without permission. They sure as fuck won’t have you on your ass without repercussions. Around here, Syn, there’s an order, and the doxies are at the bottom of the totem pole. Mates and ol’ ladies are at the top. We protect them at all costs. Do you understand?”

I draw my bottom lip in, Corbin’s eyes watching as I do so, and nod, sensing it best to do. I guess I really do have to work at shielding my thoughts if I want to have any thoughts just for me.

Corbin yanks me into his body and dips his head to claim my lips. It’s not a forceful kiss, yet it’s not tender, either. He keeps it short and takes me into the main room. Immediately, I spot Sage sitting with Big Daddy and Daniel. She smiles brightly and waves while using her other hand, holding a fork to lift what looks like a piece of sausage to her mouth.

“Hips, why don’t you get Syn and me a plate?” Corbin commands while ushering me to the table his daughter is at.

“You got it.” I don’t know if anyone else could feel it, but I could sense her dislike for the order. I’m sure she wouldn’t have an issue doing it for Corbin, but she definitely didn’t like the idea of serving me.

Corbin gives me a side eye, squeezes my waist, and helps me into a chair. Once I’m seated, he moves to Sage, bends down, and kisses the top of her head. “You sleep good, sweetheart?”

“Yep,” Sage remarks with a bright smile and cocks her head back to meet her dad’s. “Can we go see Jazmine today?”

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