“What proof do you have that you are who you say you are?” Sawyer asked, trying to ignore what the man’s scent was doing to his cock. Even though most of it was blocked, there was enough of it seeping through the cracks, sending his libido into overdrive. Embarrassed and confused that his body was betraying Alex, he did the only thing he could think of. “Look…go away. I’m not opening the door for you or anyone else. If Jackson wants to speak to me, he has my phone number.”
Coming up behind Sawyer, Alex placed his hand on his mate’s arm, alerting him to his presence. “Did you find out anything? Should I call the police?”
“Maybe…” A loud gasp from his mate interrupted Sawyer. Glancing at Alex, he found his mate staring at the door in disbelief. “Baby, what’s the matter?”
Taking several steps back, Alex murmured, “It can’t be…no way…no, no, no…no way.” Turning his eyes to Sawyer, he pleaded, “No, it can’t be…tell me I’m wrong!”
Grabbing Alex by the shoulders, Sawyer felt his mate’s body trembling. “Alex…what are you talking about? What can’t be?”
Extending a shaking finger, Alex pointed at the door. “Him…the man outside…he’s a tiger and my mate, too.”
“No way! I’m your mate…remember…you said you’re going to claim me as your mate!”
Shaking his head, Alex glanced between Sawyer and the door. “I don’t know why it happened…believe me…I never expected to have one mate, let alone two.” Tears filled his eyes before rolling down his cheeks. Now he knew why his father never loved an outcast like him and now he was about to lose Sawyer’s love, too…the love he craved like a drowning man craved air. But how could Sawyer, a wolf, continue to love him when another man would claim him also. Hanging his head in defeat, Alex realized how lonely his life would be from that moment on. No laughter, no fun, no love from the only man who’d never given up on him, finally breaking through all his barriers.
Appalled by Alex’s distress and sorrow, Sawyer scooped up his mate, carrying him over to the couch. Sitting down with his mate on his lap, Sawyer tightened his arms around Alex, murmuring comforting words in his ear. He didn’t understand exactly why his mate was upset, but Sawyer was sure it had something to do with Alex saying he had two mates. He’d been slow to put the pieces together, simply because he’d been thinking with the wrong head. Shocked at his erection from another man’s scent, he’d decided to concentrate on getting rid of the problem instead of figuring it out. Only when Alex announced that the stranger outside was his mate, did everything come together for Sawyer.
Staring at the door of the motorhome, Glenn’s mind was slow to accept what he just heard. But his tiger wasn’t, instead his big-ass, leave-me-alone tiger was acting like a lovesick fool. His chest reverberated with purring so loud, Glenn wanted to cover his ears, hoping to block out the deep, rumbling sound. He needed answers from his tiger, who appeared to know about their two mates. Why he’d kept it a secret?well, that was a question for another day. Instead, he peppered his animal with questions he had to have answers to?now.
After several intense minutes of conversation, Glenn stumbled backward until his legs met the picnic table bench. Then dropping down with a thud, he stared at the motorhome’s door, wishing he could see through it to his two mates on the other side of it. Finally he knew why The Collector was seeking Alex Fouché. Glenn wondered how many other people knew. Certainly Dylon and his Alpha, but who else? It wasthatperson Glenn intended to kill for betraying his mate—there wasn’t any other way The Collector could have found out what Alex was.
Fury filled Glenn’s body causing his claws to extend again, cutting into his palms. Ignoring the blood dripping onto the ground, he only felt the burning need to rip out the throat of The Collector. First it was his mother, now it was one of his mates. Neither would be safe until he put a stop to this perverted asshole who got his kicks out of caging innocent shifters.
Then his training took over, forcing Glenn to quench his intense anger, allowing rational thought to return. Analyzing the situation, the first thing to do was to get his mates to Ghost’s house. There, at least, he knew they’d be safe while he figured out what the next stepshould be. But that would directly conflict with Dylon’s request to escort them to the Blackwood Pack. Not a good way to start a relationship with his mate’s family. And, then, there was his mother. Right now, she was safe but she might be asked to leave because of his refusal to do as asked.Shit…think, think, think!
Everything led back to The Collector. Eliminate him and Alex and his mother would be safe. It sounded so easy but was so much harder than any mission he’d ever undertaken. Capturing Panther would be the first step in his search, but it might not lead to another clue that would help him find the asshole. Glenn knew this better than anyone; he’d lost count of the number of times promising steps led to dead ends.
Ignoring that depressing thought, he focused what he needed to do immediately. Deciding on a plan, he slid his phone out of his pocket, scrolling until he found Dylon’s number. Then, typing out a message, he sent it, praying it wouldn’t be seen until morning, allowing him some uninterrupted time with his mates. They had a lot to talk about, especially the threat to Alex. Disclosing everything to his mates was going to be hard for him to do, but Glenn refused to begin their mating with a series of lies.
Rising, Glenn pocketed his phone before heading to the motorhome. It was time to meet his mates. Raising his fist to knock, he was pushed off balance when the door suddenly opened. Looking up, Glenn saw a man silhouetted by the light behind him.
“Glenn, I’m your mate, Sawyer.”
Chapter 26
Swallowing a groan as he gazed at Glenn, Sawyer was awestruck by the rugged, beautiful man standing outside looking up at him. He was the opposite of Alex, yet Sawyer’s body reacted the same way to him, though he was determined not to show it. After Alex calmed down enough to explain why he was upset, Sawyer hugged him tighter, assuring him it wasn’t a problem. But his problem now, was how to subtly convey to Glenn the need to go slow. Sawyer’s eyes narrowed when Glenn flicked his gaze over to Alex, sitting forlornly on the couch. But before he could say anything, Glenn stepped into the motorhome, stopping in front of Sawyer.
Glancing around, he took in the interior of the motorhome before his eyes landed briefly on his other mate. Turning his attention back to Sawyer, he tilted his head slightly towards Alex with one eyebrow raised, asking for permission to approach him.
“Just go slow, okay?” Sawyer murmured, not wanting Alex to hear.
“Why don’t you lead the way?”
Meeting Glenn’s eyes, Sawyer stared for a few seconds, before giving a short nod. Turning around, he headed over to Alex, sitting down next to him. Tucking the throw around his mate, he pulled Alex tight to his side, before saying, “Sweetheart, this is Glenn…I’m sorry…what’s your last name?”
Taking a seat across from the couch, Glenn’s eyes settled on Alex as he answered, “Thatcher…Glenn Thatcher. Nice to meet you Alex.”
Jerking his eyes up, Sawyer’s mouth formed an ‘o’, recognizing the name. “Are you related to Willow Thatcher, by chance?”
“I’m her son.”
“Ah, so that’s how you know Jackson.”
“Well, I don’t really know him…I met Dylon, Cody, and Zane in New York.”
“When they rescued your mother,” Sawyer said.
“Yes. Dylon and I agreed to work together to find the asshole who kidnapped her.”
