Her Brother, Her Mate

Mitch POV

“That went well,” Matt said as we walked back toward his SUV.

I clutched the glass vial of Lady Delilah’s b***d in my hand. She knew. She knew what me and Mark were and she knew why we wanted her b***d. She was more than happy to give it to us.

“She seemed amused with you,” I smirked at him, “She probably heard your whole ‘I’m a Gamma, hear me roar’ testosterone speech outside her doors.”

“Hey, I could probably put up a fair fight with her if I had to.”

“Like you can with Vincent?” I chuckled lightly.

Matt has to head back to the pack, so he drops me off at the front of the resort, waves good-bye and then leaves. f*****g golden boy he is, he doesn’t seem tired at all even though he was up all night with us.

I think Mark was the worst out of the three of us. That’s why we left him here at the hotel. He already spent days stressed out about Hadley not liking him, and then all the s**t we had to do last night with our dad. He looked like a f*****g zombie this morning.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I want to go check on Hadley to see if she got to work okay, and how last night was with her sleepover at Simone and Vincent’s. I hope and pray the two didn’t spend the night talking bad about me and Mark and freaking her out. Vincent probably wouldn’t, but Simone is all ‘gals before pals’ and might give Hadley a few warnings about us.

I decided to drop the b***d off with my dad first so I’m not lugging it around the resort.

Knocking on their suite door, I wait a few seconds to see if my mom would mind links me to go away before I pull out my keycard and enter. By the sounds and smells, they aren’t f*****g, thank the goddess. Horn dog old people. They screw more than any parents should.

I walked back to the bedroom, hearing my father’s soft snoring coming from the master. I tiptoed back out to the main living area and walked towards the kitchen.

At the b***d bank we keep the b***d in the fridge, so I’m betting Lady Delilah’s b***d needs to be kept the same way.

Setting it in the butter drawer inside the fridge door, I closed the lid and then closed the fridge to find my father standing on the other side. I jumped back in surprise as he yawned. He pushes past my shocked body and opens the fridge back up to grab an iced coffee, eyeing the b***d vial in the door.

“You got it?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, still grasping my hand over my heart, “She seemed to know what we were coming for.”

“Well, yeah. She gave her b***d for the first time too.”

“Wait, she helped you guys put the binding on us?”

Dad nodded.

“Is that why she wanted to keep me close and always told me I was special?”

Dad shrugs, “She was probably talking about special ed.” He smirks, making me growl.

“That’s offensive.”

“Well, your breath right now is offensive,” he tells me, shutting the fridge door and walking around the kitchen island to sit down on the couch with a dramatic plop. I cup my hand over my mouth and breath into it, getting a good whiff of my coffee breath. I haven’t brushed my teeth in 24 hours now and I suddenly feel gritty rubbing my tongue along the back of them. Gross.

I go to their guest bathroom, take an extra toothbrush from the drawer and brush my teeth before washing my face and combing my hair back with my fingers. There. All better.

Dad is sprawled out with his arms splayed on the back of the couch. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a silk robe he left untied, looking like a middle-aged gigilo.

“Why don’t you wear clothes?” I asked, grimacing at his appearance.

“Why? They’ll be coming off as soon as I get your mom up here,” he wiggles his eyebrows and chuckles when I g***n in disgust.

“Y’all are too old to be f*****g like teenagers still, dad! And why would you say that to your son?”

“To warn you?”

“Yeah, I’m leaving. Bye dad.”

“Wait,” he calls out, making me turn around, “Tomorrow night. Amanda and I will be ready for you and your brother to get your magic back tomorrow night. Be here.”

Nervousness hits me, so I merely nod at him, then leave. I never expected to be able to use magic. Learning that Mark and I have this great ability on top of being werewolves is still a shock. We have to do this to claim our mate, though.

I wanted a nap, but then on the way down the elevator I started thinking about Hadley again. I’ll just take a quick peek at her beautiful violet eyes before coming back up to get some sleep.

As I’m walking up to the front desk, I hear Jenny talking with Rachel behind the counter, thinking they’re speaking low enough for no one else to hear.

“So you think that Hadley told you all that so she could have Mark for herself?” Rachel asked her.

“She acted all feminist and empowered by being single too. She’s a fraud. I fell for her whole, ‘we don’t need to waste our time on men like that’ speech. I bought her a stinking drink, Rache. I thought she was being sincere, but I guess she was just playing me to make herself look better.”

“That b***h,” Rachel sneered a little too loudly.

“Is there a problem here, ladies?” I asked, startling them both.

“No, no. Just working,” Rachel stammers, pretending to type on her computer. I can see she has it open on Facebook though.

“It sounded like you did have a problem, though,” I glared between them.

“We don’t. We were just talking. Personal stuff.”

“Personal stuff about a certain event coordinator?” I asked, making them both flinch.

“Watch your mouths. I don’t give a s**t if you trash talk everyone else because you just make yourselves look bad, but I won’t tolerate you talking s**t about Hadley. My mother won’t either.”

“What’s going on?” Mark spoke up, coming out from the office hallway.

“Seems these two have an issue with our event coordinator, Mark.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed at the two of them, a deep growl coming from his chest. The two women flinch back at the sound.

“You’re talking bad about our woman?” Mark asked them. I sighed, shaking my head at his choice of words as their eyes widened in shock. But he’s right. She is our woman, and she wasn’t going to be made to feel uncomfortable at work. She will be living here with us the rest of our lives. It’s our job to make sure that her life is as easy and comfortable as possible.

“We weren’t. We didn’t even know,” Jenny mutters nervously.

“Now you f*****g do. If you don’t keep my f*****g girl’s name out of your damn mouth I will-”

Mark’s words are cut off when I hear a soft smack, then a whimper from Mark.

I looked over at him and Hadley was standing behind him, just having hit him on the back of the head.

“Your girl would like to speak with you two in her office. AFTER you apologize to Jenny and Rachel for doing nothing wrong.”

“They were talking bad about you,” I started to whine.

“SO!? I would be two if two wild animals were walking around the resort claiming I’m their woman and threatening everyone who talked about me. Free speech, guys. They have the right to their own opinions and you don’t get to snap and growl at them for that. My office. Both of you. NOW.”