“Pfft! I think he’s fabricated the whole mate thing so his father will hand him the Alpha clown crown sooner,” Lachlan rebutted.
“I’m telling you…” Tiziano steepled his hands, elbows on his knees. “…he doesn’t want the Matenapper to find out so he won’t steal her before the match.”
Lachlan grunted as he devoured the second roll.
The game against the Dark Diamonds was looming like a black cloud on the horizon of my mental weather forecast, a promise of storms and lightning. And accidents. Oh-so-many accidents. And I still hadn’t decided if I was going or not.
“The janitor I have following him?—”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed.
“—said he hasn’t banged anyone in the changing room after training lately.”
Neither seemed aware they were casually dismantling my already shaky trust in a mate I had never spoken to and whose intentions were written in invisible ink.
“Well, if it’s true, poor girl!”
“Why? You think he’d cheat on his mate?” I asked with a neutrality that surprised me.
“That’d be theleastof her problems,” my twin said before attacking his third roll. Two more to go.
“I hear he’s a sadist. Like ropes, cuffs, gags—the whole medieval sex dungeon starter kit.”
“And threesomes,” Lachlan chipped in. “One girl is never enough.”
By that point, I felt nauseated.
I stared at my phone for a full minute before trying Archie, only to realize it was already 3 a.m. in Europe, so I hung up. Amaia? She would start chatting about the biological reasoning behind it all, and how important it was to sanitize sex toys, and I definitely didn’t need that at the moment. Makena was at her parents’ house…
So, I ended up calling Rudolph. He picked up after several rings.
“Hey, Bunny Doc.” His husky voice, as usual, tightened my stomach. He yawned for almost a whole minute.
The man could take ten naps a day and sleep perfectly at night.
“Hello,” I pouted, and he picked up on it immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
Nibbling on my lower lip, the previous conversation replayed through my head.
“My brother and Tiziano said something about my mate that upset me.”
He asked what, and I informed him about what they’d said, leaving out the part about Logan’s sexual needs.
“Don’t you know you shouldn’t listen to gossip? The guy posted a picture for you, even though he never uses the fuc—er, social media. And the caption indicates that it was posted directly by him.”
For me?
“Yeah, but they said he likes to do some things.” I blushed, biting my lip.
“Okay…that doesn’t explain much. Give me more details, Yvaine.”
“That he has sex with several girls at the same time because one isn’t enough.”
He paused. “So? He didn’t invent the threesomes, nor was he the first to take part in one. I bet your twin and your friendTatiano have done the same many times, too. Or their tiny dicks couldn’t keep up, so they’re just talking shit.”
He was growing frustrated for some reason. He always enjoyed defending his captain, the Alpha’s son, as was expected of a reliable pack member. Maybe that was it.
