“Same,” Grant declares. “I’d proudly do it.”
My eyes widen. “Seriously?”
Whoops.I said that.Sounding way too flattered.
But Axel focuses on my dad, vowing, “I never want to hurt another king. Nash, I swear, you know I love you. But my loyalty is to our queens, to my dying day.”
Sire jokes, “If y’all wanna big brawl again to get it out of your system, I’ll referee.”
“The hell y’all will.” Nadine rules. “No child of mine fights another.” Gently, she looks at my dad. “Did you hear me, son?”
Dad blinks, swallowing. He never knew his mother, but he loves his mom. “Yes, my Queen.”
“Good.” She nods. “Now, we have a missing princess to find.”
Ruby adds, “And a Bratva king who’s dying.”
“Dying?” Jace looks at her. “You mean Ruslan?”
Ruby nods. “Ruslan and Katya paid me a visit, too. They want Axel’s kidney because he’s rejecting Sire’s.”
Sire scoffs, “Course he is. The soul who sinsshalldie.”
“Hang on.” Wren raises her hand again. “Quick question.”
“Yes, Angel?” Sire chuckles.
Wren tilts her head, asking me, “Does this mean Axel is your second king?”
I look at Loch, who gazes back at me, able to rip any man apart, but all he does is pull me into a beastly hug.
And I can’t answer the question because I’m so in love with him,myking.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
LOCH
“Cucumbers or carrots?”I scan the produce, grabbing celery before I turn to Alena.
She’s leaning on our grocery cart, eyes on her phone, her cute, freckled nose wrinkled and worried. “Dad won’t answer my calls. Only my texts.”
It’s been a week since all hell broke loose about Sasha being my twin before it turned around and hit everyone with Axel and Alena’s one time.
I’d get a dozen ulcers, but I’m too busy.
And I’d call Nash, but he left somberly that day. Didn’t speak to Axel. Didn’t speak to anyone. He took The Queen’s orders and left with Vale.
“He’s mad, and he’ll heal. We all do.” I toss the celery into our cart and hook my finger under Alena’s chin, so damn in love with her. “And I was fucking proud of you.And…”—I grin—“if you don’t tell me what you want on our salad, I’ll make us give a show for our fans with a cucumber tonight.”
She beams, suddenly cheered. “Don’t tempt me with a kinky time.”
I smirk. “Olive oil is on aisle four.”
She coos, “Whipped topping is in the dairy section.”
My dick roars to life. I lick my lips. “Bet HarrySmiles would love to watch you toss my salad and?—”
“Uh… hey, you two.”
