Granted, it’s going to be a lot harder for me, but I’ll manage.
I stand silently next to the fence as I watch my alpha open the gate, motioning for me to follow, but I hesitate.
Dirt paths are one thing, muddy pastures are another entirely. When we get to the actual pen where the pigs are? I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my skin from crawling long enough to enjoy the way thosesus domesticus’will devour those two as my alpha makes my problem disappear forever.
“Does your friend know we’re here?”
Bentley nods as we get closer to the squealing and snorting. “He said I can come out whenever I want.”
I frown as my boot gets stuck in the mud, cringing at the suctioning sound it makes when I tug it free. “Does he know you’re dumping body parts in the pig pen for his livestock to eat?”
“Not really,” my alpha says with a chuckle. “But the fact that he said day or night leads me to believe that maybe he had an inkling about my extracurricular activities.”
I carefully push my glasses up my nose and nod to myself.
That makes sense, I guess.
I wonder if that’s some kind of unspoken thing between farmers?
Like,if you body dump in my pig pen, I’m going to borrow your wood chipper to make human fertilizer for my cropssort of thing.
I think I have a lot to learn about farmers and ranchers, and everything that makes up Bentley Walker’s world.
It doesn’t take my alpha long to empty both tarps, dropping the naked and dismembered bodies of the twins who’ve been making my life hell for over a decade, in with the pigs, and instead of being horrified by how eagerly they get to work, I’m actually intrigued.
“They’ll eat anything, won’t they?” I grab the shorter fence and hold on while I look over the top of it. “I knew they were omnivorous, but this is next level.”
Bentley chuckles as he finishes folding up the tarps then comes to stand next to me.
“Anything organic. Goats are the ones who’d eat the shoes and clothes if we were inclined to do something other than burn them, but it wouldn’t be very good for their guts.”
“I bet.” I look up at him as he starts rubbing circles on my back. “Can we get goats, too?”
My alpha’s brows shoot up to his hairline, the look of surprise is one I’ll hang onto for a long time, before he gifts me with that beautiful smile. “Goats, pigs. Mini highland cows. Whatever you want, Tav. We can get it all.”
I smile as he dips his chin and presses a kiss to my lips, breathing in his scent as I sigh in relief. “I’m not touching their shit, though.” Bentley barks out a laugh as he kisses me again.
“I’ll help clean the pens or barns or whatever, but I’m drawing the line at shoveling shit.”
“No problem, baby. You leave handling the shit to me.”
After making sure the pigs are destroying what’s left of the twin dumbasses, my alpha takes my hand and starts leading me back to the truck, but stops when I wince in pain.
“I’m fine,” I grumble, even though I’m not. My face hurts, and there are places on my body that are very uncomfortable, but honestly, the pain is more emotional than anything else.
Those two violated me, they took something I was never, ever going to give either of them, and I can still feel their hands on me every time I move.
“Tav, baby,” Bentley says softly as he cups my cheeks. “I know you hate emergency rooms?—”
“They’re petri dishes full of germs and disease.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “For those reasons and more, but are you sure I don’t need to take you to one? I can only do so much, and the fact that you had me set your nose means it'sgoing to be crooked forever. I’d really like to make sure you’re okay.”
“And I love you for it.” I reach up and take his hands off my face, kissing both palms before I lace my fingers with his and start walking us toward the truck again. “I’m fine, though, and a crooked nose will give me character, right? I’ll look a little more like I belong to the big burly alpha with scruff, scars, and callused hands.”
Bentley stops abruptly with a growl, and when I turn to ask why, the look I’m met with is downright predatory.
“Bent?” I ask slowly. “Is everything?—”
