“Don’t talk to my mate like that,” the alpha snapped.
“Don’t talk tomymate like that,” Sam snapped back.
Grace looked at her dead-on. “Just don’t talk, Caroline.”
“Ugh.” Caroline made a face and allowed her pack to lead her away.
“I’m so glad that you didn’t end up with that viper,” Sam said. His arm snaked around Kari’s waist. “We have a donor reception to go to. Are you coming to that, Bren?”
“We’re going to head home, but thank you,” I replied.
“Thanks, Kari.” Grace hugged her.
Kari wasn’t around a lot, but they’d be good friends, I was sure.
I took her arm. “Come on, Grace. Let’s go check on our boys.”
Because she wasn’t going to rest until she knew that they were okay.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jett
“Are you sure you’re okay, Baby? That was intense,” I asked Evan as we cuddled in the bed we had in the playroom.
When we moved here after Caroline, we’d had the room custom built. Sometimes I missed the one in the basement of our old place.
Brennan enjoyed having it here in our suite to ensure that no one could get in but us.
“For the millionth time, I’m beyond good, Hot Stuff,” Evan sighed. “That was so much fun.”
“It was. Drink some water.” I rubbed his arms and legs as he finished his water, contentment flowing through the bond.
Yeah, we both needed that.
We cuddled a bit longer, and I looked at the clock above the door. I had no idea what time they were coming back. Brennan felt a little annoyed. Maybe the Queen Mum was there? His family sometimes went to these things.
Well, I’d comfort him later. Right now, caring for Evan was my focus.
“How about a shower? Go turn on the water, and I’ll clean up? Then maybe we can watch a movie and have some hot chocolate?” I asked him.
“That sounds perfect.” Evan kissed me.
I quickly cleaned everything up and set Mr. Mopps, our little mop robot, to work. Later, I’d come back and finish. Grabbing my phone, I looked at the photos I’d taken. Really, it was a work of art–he was a work of art.
A text from Grace asking if we were okay made me frown. I’d text her later. I could feel her a little through Evan’s bond, and right now, it seemed like she didn’t feel good.
Locking the playroom door, which led directly into our bedroom, I went into our bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I joined Evan in the hot shower. My arms wrapped around him. For a long time, I just stood there, holding him under the sprays, letting him know how much I loved him–and feeling his love for me through the bond.
Never, ever did he–or Brennan–make me feel like I, or our love, was lesser because I was a beta. I didn’t feel like I was missing anything because I couldn’t bond them back. Really, I didn't understand why that was even a thing people worried about. I could feel them, and they could feel me, just fine.
Gently, I washed Evan. The redness had faded, and there were no bruises, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be a little tender. I had some cream I’d use after our shower to make him feel better.
“Do you really think Bren will let Grace stay with us tonight? I’d like to be with you two tonight, but I don’t want her to sleep alone.” Grabbing the shower gel, Evan washed me.
“I can always stay with you two, and let Bren sleep alone for once, considering he always complains that I hog the bed.” I laughed. “But I don’t know what his plans are tonight. This feels like a date. He might want her all to himself.”
