Chapter 18
Miraya
I’d made it to the barbecue without crying, screaming, or throwing up at the sight of my ex-mate and his fiancée. I was proud of myself. I reached back to pat myself, and caught a dark-haired, glare-eyed woman watching me.
“I’m rewarding myself for surviving,” I explained, giving her a glare back.
Her brows rose. “Well, in that case.” She patted herself on her back, her leather jacket creaking.
“You’re weird,” she told me, but in the tone of a compliment.
“Come to the sanctuary on Saturday. We’re having a girl’s night thing.
There’ll be shitty films and way too much food and I heard Luna’s bringing a spiked tequila punch which is hilarious. ”
I longingly eyed the buffet, wishing I’d made my way there before this conversation began. “Why?”
“She’s with Priest.” At my blank look she said, “The vicar. And alcohol is a sin, or some bible shit.”
“No, why are you asking me?” She was the second person to invite me to this booze-laden shindig at the weekend, and I was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She shrugged. “Aren’t you fucking the president and the psychopath?”
I snorted, scanning the garden for any sight of them, a little restless. “His title’s Enforcer, technically. And didn’t you come out of the bedroom of the other psychopath?” The one with tattoos, no hair, and a fuck with me and I’ll rip your entrails out through your belly button look on his face.”
Her expression was fond. “Nice description. Very accurate.”
“Thanks, I worked hard on it.”
Her eyes tracked across the leather jackets and Alpha Knights MC emblems and found where the psychopath stood scowling at Guardian, like she knew where he was at all times.
“Not a fucking word,” she snarled when she noticed me notice her notice him.
I held up my hands. “I wasn’t going to say anything. Nothing at all. Not a single little remark.”
“Don’t make me stab you, bitch.”
I scoffed. “With what knife?”
She whipped a fucking kitchen knife from the waistband of her black jeans. I raised my eyebrows and produced my own knife from the pocket of my jacket. I was still wearing the Alpha Knights one Prodigy had put on my body last week. I hadn’t let it out of my sight since.
The expression on her face could only be described as impressed. “Nice. I don’t understand women who don’t carry at least one knife.”
At least one implied she had more hidden on her person. I would have asked more about that, but arms snuck around my middle from behind at the same time her eyes lifted, the look on her face neutral, not the sharp amusement she’d just worn but not animosity either.
“Pres,” she greeted at the same time the scent of warm, spicy aftershave hit my senses and I sighed, leaning back against Prodigy. “Have fun with the gross display of love I can tell you’re about to start. I’m going to get a drink.”
She stashed her knife again and stormed away, every step like a punch to the grass. She headed in Cobra’s direction, I couldn’t help but notice, like he was her north star.
“I think,” I said quietly, “that woman might have anger issues.”
“Lynn? Oh, absolutely, and she’s earned the right to anger.” Prodigy kissed the shell of my ear. “She won’t punch anyone in the dick without provocation, though.”
“That’s nice of her. Where’s Tyb?”
“Punching someone in the dick without provocation?”
I snorted, searching the garden for an extra-tall, dark haired man with fierce eyes that softened only for us. “I don’t see him.”
“See who?”
Prodigy and I both jumped when Tyb appeared beside us without even a disturbance in the air. He was scary sometimes, and I loved that.
“You,” I answered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him into our personal space. “Did you know, there’s a sordid rumour going around that I’m sleeping with both of you?”
Tybalt gasped. “No! Just where do people get these wicked ideas from?”
“No idea.” I grinned, tugging him closer. “Overactive imaginations probably.”
He dipped his head, fingers gliding a slow, tender path across my cheek until his palm fitted to my face, fingers curved around my head.
I should have known the kiss wouldn’t be slow and sweet, but the filthy hot, licking kiss took me by surprise, and I laughed as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.
It was feral and suggestive, as if he wanted to remind me how good he was at eating my pussy.
“My turn,” Prodigy said when I was breathless and heated. A sharp pulse went through my clit when Tyb turned my face towards Prodigy, offering me up to his slow, possessive kiss that completely and utterly melted me. At least until the whoops and cheering began.
I groaned, my cheeks burning as I remembered the very public setting we were in, and that a whole garden’s worth of people had watched me make out with my alphas. It was a big garden. There were a lot of people in it.
“Hey, assholes,” a deep, male voice cut through the wolf whistles. “This barbecue is supposed to be about us.”
“Told you I’m a bigger superstar than you,” Tyb called to Warning as the crowd parted in a semicircle around the vice president, and he lifted a small, dark-haired woman onto a wooden picnic table so she towered over everyone.
I didn’t know a lot about Everly, but she tried to help me that one time and she seemed nice.
Now she was beaming from ear to ear, practically bouncing atop the table. “I can’t help my natural allure.”
“I’ll shove that natural allure down your throat if you don’t shut up,” Warning growled, making Tybalt laugh.
“Stop causing trouble,” I chided, pulling him to my side.
“But trouble’s my middle name, warrior,” he replied, draping an arm across my shoulders, Prodigy’s banded across my lower back. I felt good. Better than good. Happy.
“We wanted all you fuckers in one place because we’ve got—” Warning began, arms crossed over his chest, leather straining against muscles that were clearly more functional than decorative. I bet those arms had crushed a few skulls in his time.
“We’re having a baby!” Everly blurted before he could finish, her words a bright cry that stunned every Knight in residence into a moment of utter silence.
Then the cheers resumed louder and throatier than before, practically deafening. Someone squealed. Warning lifted Everly down just in time for her to be mobbed by her friends. I watched them with a smile, thinking of my own future.
“Do you want children?” I asked Prodigy, glancing at Tyb so he knew the question was for both of them.
“Are you asking us to breed you, warrior?” Tyb asked in a deep, deep voice. “Because don’t fucking tempt me.”
“The whole time you were in heat, I was obsessed with the thought of it,” Prodigy groaned, the look on his face almost painful. “I still am. We were careful most of the time but—”
“Not all the time,” Tyb said with a snort, hauling me into his arms and holding me in a tight, claiming hold. “Who’s to say this pretty womb isn’t growing us a baby right now?”
“Tyb,” Prodigy growled in rough warning. “Fuck, this is an inappropriate time to be turned on.”
“So mouthy, isn’t he?” I smirked from Prodigy to Tyb. “Do you think we should punish him for it?”
Tybalt’s breathing turned choppy, his eyelids low and lazy. “Do it now in front of everyone, I couldn’t give a fuck.”
“Seems a little rude, given this is a pregnancy announcement party.”
“Barbecue,” he disagreed.
I used a secret weapon I’d watched reduce Tybalt to quivers, and fluttered my lashes up at him, spreading my hands over his chest. “You can wait until later, can’t you? Because you’re such a good boy for us.”
His nostrils flared, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Warrior,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, alpha?”
Prodigy laughed when Tybalt dropped his head, grabbing my hips like a lifeline, and the two of us shared a secret smile. I loved this, loved our relationship, loved them. And I knew whatever the future had in store, I would love that too.
I’d spent so long waiting for a better day to come, and now it was here.
Thank you so much for waiting so patiently for a new Alpha Knights book.
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