“And there’s your brother,” I say, shrugging. “This is his baby, so he gets a little worried when I wander off.”
“You’re an omega not a duckling,” Amelia says, wry humor filling her voice.
“Eh, sometimes I wonder…”
I wave my hand in the air as he looks up and down the road, and Lore boxes Bentley’s ears before storming in my direction. He at least picks up my stun baton off the ground, so that’s nice.
“I’m fine,” I begin, raising my hand so he’ll let me talk. “Callous has struck again, Lore. Meet Amelia, your sister.”
My alpha’s eyes go shocked, and he gazes at Amelia for a long time.
“You have his birthmark on your neck,” he sighs. “You really are his.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Amelia asks, swallowing hard.
“No, it’s just a heavy legacy to be hitched to,” he explains. “Looks like my meeting is going to be delayed. Just as well, they really are toddlers, Marie.”
Blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall, I nod rapidly. “They are, aren’t they.”
Lore pulls me to his side, and we begin walking back with Amelia.
“Were you leaving? I heard a fucking gunshot and then Marie was freaking out through the bond,” he grumbles.
So much for pretending to keep my cool. Lore kisses my forehead, unrepentant as he smirks at me.
“There was a misunderstanding at the gate with the prospect,” I reply, still pissed at Bentley.
“I see,” Lore says, working through what I’m not saying.
“Marie, I’m really sorry—” Bentley starts to say as a breeze blows in his direction. He glances at Amelia with stunned eyes, and I decide things are definitely going to get really complicated fast.
“It doesn't matter,” I grit out. “I’m not made for running anymore. This baby is going to drop right out, it feels like.”
The words do exactly what I intend for them to do, and Lore sweeps me into his arms.
“Sorry, Amelia. It’ll be another month at least until you can meet your nephew or niece,” he says, continuing to walk up to the ranch house.
“I think I can wait,” she says, appearing stunned.
The poor girl went from having no family, to a lot more than she could have ever imagined.
“Lore…”
“I’ll tell him,” he promises.
We all head inside, and Vik stares at Amelia for longer than is considered polite.
Fuck me, this is going to be really interesting when the shit hits the fan. I keep my mouth shut about the scent matches happening before my eyes, because I know better than anyone that this just needs to work itself out on its own.
Chapter Thirty-One
Three months later
Lore
“You’re impossible to track down,” Devon says, jogging in my direction.
“If you wake this baby up, I’ll have my mate stab you and bathe in your goddamned blood,” I hiss.
