"I won't tell if you don't."
"Deal," Striker replied.
I laid my head down on Striker's chest and listened to his heart beat against my ear. I never in a million years considered that I would be in this position. It had always been a faraway dream, something to hold on to and fantasize about when life got me down.
I was terrified of losing it.
"My father will come for me and Tommy."
Striker needed to know that.
"He won't come alone."
Striker needed to know that, too.
"We'll be ready for him, Jojo."
I wasn't sure anyone could ever really be ready for Alpha Thomas Langston. The man was conniving and manipulative. He used intimidation and threats to get his way, and when those didn't work, he used violence.
"We have to do something to stop him, Striker."
"First, we need to make sure you and Tommy are protected."
"How?"
"By joining the pride here. They will help protect you. It also takes away some of your father's power if you belong to another pride."
"Skulk."
Stalker snorted. "Same thing."
It wasn't really, but I wasn't about to argue.
"We should wake Tommy and go see your alpha."
"Your alpha now, too, Jojo."
"Yeah."
I jumped when Stalker patted me on the ass.
"Come on, get dressed."
"I need to clean up first." I had cum dripping out of my ass.
Stalker pointed to the door opposite the main one. "Bathroom is through there."
I regretfully climbed off of my mate and made my way to the bathroom. As much as I would have liked to remain in bed cuddling, I knew we needed to go see Sinclair. According to Stalker, the quicker Tommy and I were made a member of the pride, the better.
I cleaned up as best as I could without taking a shower. Any shifter who got close to me would be able to smell Stalker all over me.
I was kind of proud of that fact.
Stalker was dressing when I walked back into the bedroom. I almost whined in protest. Covering up all that glorious skin was such a waste. On the other hand, now that the man was mine, I didn't want anyone seeing him naked.
Those were my goodies.
I dressed quickly then went across the hall to wake Tommy. I loved the smile he gave me as soon as he opened his eyes. Tommy was a good kid, easy. I'd heard horror stories from other parents about the terrible twos and threes. I'd never experienced that with Tommy.
