“What if you have diseased dicks?” I snapped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.“Or some kind of genetic mutation?” I jabbed a finger at Alec.“Especially you.”
“Whoa,” Alec said, lifting his hands slightly.“Harsh.”
“Which one of you decided for me?” I demanded, needing to smash something.“Huh?”
I stalked to my dresser and grabbed a bottle of perfume, hurling it at them.
Missed.
They all moved at once.
I snatched another, then another, chasing them back, throwing two bottles as hard as I could.
“Ah, fuck,” Alec grunted when one clipped his shoulder.
“Hah!” I barked, already turning to grab more ammunition.
“It was all Rowan’s idea,” Alec said, ducking behind the bed.
I hurled another bottle, aiming straight for Rowan’s face—but he caught it mid-air before it could connect.
“Is this the wrong time to ask what kind of nursery you want?” Nick drawled, already backing through the doorway.
I threw the last bottle anyway.
The door slammed shut just as the glass shattered against it.
I was still staring at the splintered wood when Rowan hit me.
His body slammed into mine, driving me back onto the bed, his full weight knocking the air clean out of my lungs as he landed hard on top of me.
“Get off me, you bastard,” I said, clawing at his face.
Hands caught my wrists and pinned them to the soft mattress.
Alec.
Rowan’s dark eyes bored into me.
“You’re part of us,” he said.“That includes your womb.”
I gasped.
Genuinely shocked.
“We’re not diseased,” Alec added calmly.“We get checked. And the last thing we’d ever do is step outside our circle.”
I glanced up at Alec.
There was no smirk. No amusement. No cruelty.
He looked content.
Rowan shifted, straddling me fully.
Alec’s lips brushed my neck.
The door opened. Glass crunched beneath Nick’s weight.
