My jaw practically unhinges itself as it drops.
“What the fuck is happening?” I hiss. “Are they fucking?”
So much for that sob story she offered up in the kitchen. I should have known better than to have trusted that. Anyone who has dealings with the Irish mafia has to be a lying cunt.
“Why do you think my door is open,” Aled groans, coming closer. “Can’t you fucking smell her?”
Taking a deep breath, my eyes nearly cross.
“Maybe the rejection didn’t work?” I complain. “All I want to do is tear the door off the hinge and cart her to my room.”
“I’ve been doing research, and that’s not exactly how a rejection works,” Cai says, leaning out of the doorway. “Sometimes, the craving for the rejected parts can get even stronger. Olivia won’t need us during her heat to the point of losing her mind without us, but we’ll continue to want her. She might need to reject us back so that it’ll truly break the scent match.”
“If Olivia knows that, she’s so ornery, she may refuse to do it,” I mutter. “How do we reverse the rejection?”
“The rejected has to accept the bond,” Cai sighs. “It’s to keep people from rejecting biology without careful consideration.”
“Fucking awesome,” Aled groans. “So I’m going to continue to want to chew my own dick off to get any kind of relief?”
“That’s graphic,” I complain.
A crash makes me flinch, while Aled winces.
“Sometimes, Gareth gets really into things during sex and breaks stuff so I can cut him,” Aled confesses. “We all heal really well, which is why the cuts are never noticed.”
“Kinky,” Cai chuckles under his breath.
“Gareth!” I yell, pounding on the door.
“Can’t talk, oh fuck, Olivia!” he yells before something thumps onto the ground.
“Well, apparently she’s teaching him new things,” Aled says, his features thunderous. “No wonder he doesn’t need my dick.”
“I’m sure?—”
I was going to suggest that maybe this wasn’t what we thought it was when the nail slammed shut in the coffin of bad decisions.
“Harder, baby! Give it to me. I know you can do it,” Gareth groans.
“The little bitch stole my boyfriend,” Aled says, his eyes full of the intent to murder Olivia as he yanks on his hair.
“Go to your room and shut the door,” I instruct. “Just go to bed. She’s not stealing anything when she’s marrying into our pack.”
“She’s what?” Cai asks.
“That’s why I was coming to talk to Gareth and Olivia, but they’re doing whatever it is they’re doing now,” I sigh. “Dad is going to be here tomorrow. He called me.”
“I guess texting wasn’t enough,” Cai grunts.
“Not when he’s making life altering decisions,” I shrug, lifting my arm before pointing down the hall. “He wants to look you in the eye before he fucks you over.”
“Lovely,” Aled breathes. “This is why I insisted that we reject her, and it’s all still fucking happening. I may want to wring her neck, but allowing Dad to bend her over and fuck her is cruel and unusual punishment.”
“I’m going to try to make sure that part doesn’t happen. He’s not going to give it up easily, though,” I admit.
“We are not doing this shit to our children,” Aled vows, surprising me.
“You know you have to fuck a woman in order to put a baby in her,” I remind him, feeling as if I’m giving information on the birds and the bees. “You can’t get Gareth pregnant, no matter how hard you try.”
