There is no smugness to his tone, just flat, serious, which makes his words hit their mark hard. Anger rolls through me because no fucker is touching what belongs to me.
All of the men in the room look at me, preparing for what I will do or say next. I look each of them in the eyes, telling them that Delaney is mine.
“Why do you think we all agreed to stop fucking her?”
My head snaps in the direction of Oryn.
My vision turns red, my blood boiling in my veins at the memory of them each fucking her before it all came to a stop one day. Pushing to my feet in a flash, my chair almost tips over. I snarl at the fucker who just spoke, the one who brought up that my brothers have fucked my mate.
“Sit down,” Pres snaps.
I ignore him, glaring, ready to kill this fucker across the table. Seeing him on his back, throat ripped out while he bleeds all over the wooden table.
“Sit. The. Fuck. Down,” is commanded.
Shooting my glare at Pres, who doesn’t flinch, I sit my ass back in the chair.
“Fucking kids, I tell you,” Pres snaps. “Thorin, there is something that you need to know about Delaney’s time here. Something that both Camo and I kept from you for when the time was right.”
My spine stiffens, my fingernails digging into my palms in rage that they kept something from me about my woman.
“Tell me.” The unnatural sound leaves my lips, but again, Pres never backs down.
He is a strong man, a man with power but also respect from the men in the room. He is fair, firm, and loyal and fuck me, anyone who gets in his way, be-fucking-ware.
The weight he carries isn’t just in muscle or his title of leader of this club, but in the way he commands his territory with authority and unwavering conviction. Even in the heat of conflict, he keeps a cool head and leads us down the right path.
“None of us has fucked Delaney. It is why the other club girls hate on her so much.”
“Do not fucking lie to me, Pres.”
“It is not a lie, brother,” Camo jumps in. “Winger saw that she was your mate from the get-go, so we decided to keep our dicks tucked away when it came to her.”
“Fuck you, Camo. I saw you all leave with her more than a dozen times,” I growl.
“It was all for show, hoping it would snap you out of that bullheaded stubborn side of yours.” Cotton shrugs.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Thorin, not one of us have touched your girl.” Halen’s voice is calm and full of truth.
I glare at each of the men in turn, seeing only truth looking back at me. It makes the guilt I was already carrying feel like lead in my stomach.
Sinking into my chair, I scrub my hands over my face and head, thinking over all the times I let the club girls into my room knowing that Delaney was watching.
“You would not see sense, brother. You were determined to push her away, to hurt her at every turn. So this guilt that you are feeling? Fucking own it. Learn from it.” Winger’s voice is hard like his words.
She saw so much shit from me, and I fucking hurt her at every turn. Yet it was always in the back of my mind that she was sleeping with my brothers.
Fuck.
My chest gets tight, guilt worming its way through my body.
“Fuck, she is never going to forgive me.” I sigh. “I am a fucking alpha vampire, and I can’t stop hurting my mate—what the fuck does that say about me?”
“One who does care deep down, fucker, but you have to learn that Delaney is one strong lady,” Oryn pipes up.
“If she gives you that second chance, then make sure that you fucking lick her pussy like the queen that she is, brother. Give her everything that she wants and then some. Believe me, my woman is like putty in my hands when I use my tongue on her.” Camo winks.
