Guess we know where those fingers have been.Inside someone, but who?If they’re all related…
“I’m Wolf’s father.”Monty Novak stands tall and regal, wrapping a sheet around his waist like a royal robe.“This is… Unexpected.”
“Now you know.”Wolf nudges me.“Ask them whatever you want, whatever will make you feel comfortable enough to stay.”
So that’s why he dragged me in here and woke them?He wants me to feel comfortable?
He wasn’t lying about his relationship to the richest man in Alaska and the captives mentioned in the news articles.I only need to look at the four men to see the family resemblance.Not just their appearances but their demeanors.
Wolf isn’t the only one hiding a feral, predatory side.
I have so many questions, but I don’t want to ask anything right now.Thanks to my reclusive nature, I burn with anxiety and awkwardness in regular situations.This is so far beyond my comfort zone, I can’t feel my tongue.
Kody studies me, his voice a deep, grave-cold vibration.“Are you in danger?”
I hear the question he doesn’t ask.
Did you bring danger to our home?
“Not tonight.”Wolf gives him a look.“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Nice to meet you, Dove.”The redhead steps through the chaos like she’s used to it.“I’m Frankie.You’re safe here, okay?”
I nod slowly, not sure if that’s true or if I’m in the middle of some exclusive Alaskan sex cult.
“Do you need anything?”Frankie asks.“Clothes?Girl stuff?Food?”
“Cherry-berry.”Wolf tugs a strand of her hair.“I got this.”
“Yeah.”She smiles and presses a kiss to his sternum.“You do.”
“All right.Show’s over.”Wolf claps his hands and pulls me into the hall.“Back to bed, you crazy kids.Don’t make it weird.”
“You made it weird,” Leo calls after us.
Back down the stairs, we go, my hand still in his.The silence settles again, broken only by the creak of the house and the hum of appliances.
We hit the kitchen.It’s warm, glowing with soft light.He opens the fridge as if this is the most normal thing in the world.
“What was that?”I tug on my dress, unsure what to do.
“My family.”He pulls out leftovers, stacking the containers on the huge island.
“In one bed?”
“They’ve been through hell, and fourgies are their therapy.It’s how they keep it together.”
“Trauma bonding with benefits?”
“Foursome is the dreamsome.I’m not part of that.”He gestures at a door off the kitchen.“There’s a bathroom if you want to change.Do you need something to wear?”
“I have clothes.”
And questions.
So many questions.
When I don’t move, he guides me into the small guest bathroom and spins me away.Then a tug jerks me back.And another.And another.
