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Is he okay? His brother is in the corner, his bright green eyes focused on us but has yet to say a word as he hovers so close to the door. I can’t tell if he wants to run away or if he’s just overwhelmed, but his reaction is more wary than practically sitting on my lap.
This one in front of me, well, he seems a bit strange.
“That’s what we’re discussing, Ben,” George says with a small frown. “Although we never expected your connection to Maia.”
“I don’t understand what you mean by a connection,” I say, eyeing both brothers before raising an eyebrow.
“May I sit?” Ben asks, motioning to the open sofa next to me. I nod slowly when nobody else moves. He gets comfortable, making sure to face me, and gives me a warm smile. “A mate is short for soulmate, and you’re mine—ours.”
“I’m not sure I believe in those.”
Ben chuckles, the sound so lovely as it vibrates through me. “I promise you, darling, they’re very real.”
I don’t believe him, but the tone of his voice, the honeyed layer he adds to it, has me wanting to trust every word that comes out of his mouth as if it were a law.
“Do you want to come and sit down, Seb, love?” Julie says, and I’m presuming she’s talking to the other man in the room. He just stays in the corner and doesn’t respond. She lets out a huff and turns back to me. “Do you want to go somewhere private to—” Two identical growls cut her off, and she sighs. “Boys, we’ve got a lot to discuss, and you’re not needed here for that. I understand you have a… connection, but?—”
“Like what?” Ben demands with a bite to his tone. “What do you need from my mate?”
“Benjamin Wolfe,” George snarls, spitting out each syllable of the name, “you do not talk to your mother in that tone.”
He’s emitting an aura that has me cowering away, my body recognising that there’s a dangerous predator in the room. There’s a tight pressure in my chest that physically hurts, but it doesn’t stop me from cuddling Phoebe in closer. She’s still asleep, not too concerned about what’s happening around her.
Can she feel their wolves? Can she feel the anger from the alpha werewolf? Does it hurt her like it does me?
“That is enough, Dad,” Seb snaps, and I jump. George nods once and that icky feeling disappears at the same moment George’s anger does.
That’s freaky.
“Wait, Mother? Dad?” I ask, and Julie nods. “The quadruplets?”
“Yes,” she says, smiling proudly. “Christopher and Alexander should be here soon, I’m guessing. My boys are very close together.”
George snorts, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should probably call the others home then, too.”
“Yes,” Julie says, nodding. “It’s going to get a little crowded in here, honey. Do you want?—”
“Bleeding,” Seb growls from the corner, and we all freeze. My head snaps over to him, as Ben takes a deep inhale. “Mate. Hurt.”
“She’s not hurt,” Julie says, glancing at me apologetically. “I’m so sorry about this.” She shakes her head. “If only Patrick had elaborated, we could’ve done this at your home and avoided all of this mess.”
Her words unsettle me for an unknown reason, and like I’ve had to do many times tonight, I bite back my frustration.
“Bleeding,” Seb repeats, his one word growl giving me weird feelings inside. Is he concerned about me? Disgusted?
Intrigued? Werewolves don’t like blood the same way vampires do… right?
“She’s just had a baby, you idiots,” Julie snaps. “Kitchen. Now.”
“I don’t understand,” Ben says, and I can feel myself blushing as he leans in, past what is considered acceptable when breaching a stranger’s boundaries. “What’s the precious angel got to do with my mate being injured?” He turns to me when Julie’s mouth just opens and closes. I’m pretty sure my face is the exact same way. “Do you want to lie down? I’m going to get the doctor to come over and check you over. We’ll not leave you to bleed out, darling.”
He gives his parents the dirtiest look, as if they were planning on doing that.
“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that,” I say, shaking my head profusely. Seb lets out a ridiculously loud growl that startles Phoebe from her sleep. She bursts into tears, and that sets both Ben and Seb off even further with their concern.
Ben growls at Seb, who is even more vicious than his brother. I ignore them the best I can, my priority is on calming Phoebe.
“Shh,” I soothe, standing up and starting to rock Phoebe back and forth. Ben watches in fascination, no longer growling at his brother. Seb inches closer, a curious expression on his face.
