Page 211 of Deadly Sweet

Leroy hesitates before admitting, “About four months now.”

“And you didn’t tell us? What the hell?” Eli looks genuinely hurt.I’ll give him something to be hurt about.

“Because it was new. Adjusting to all the changes on top of having a newborn kept our lives busy.”

“Right,” his father snorts. “I forgot you retired to be a nanny.”

“He’s not a nanny,” I pipe up. “He’s a stay-at-home dad. An amazing one, might I add. Athena is lucky to have him. To have all her fathers.”

“And you’re just okay with the fact they have some other Omega’s baby?” Eli raises a brow.

“She’s my daughter.” I give him a forced smile. “Even if I didn’t give birth to her. Her surrogate was just that, a surrogate. Not her mother. As for the donor, we don’t know who she is. Not that any of that matters.” Am I oversharing? Maybe, but these guys are making me defensive, and I overshare when I get that way.

“I still think it’s weird,” one of the other guys in the group sneers. “A group of men adopting a baby with no woman in their pack? Seems a little gay.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Leroy groans as the guys snicker.

“Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but the only place they stick their dicks is in me.” I smile sweetly. “And she’s not adopted. Did you miss the part about a surrogate?”

“Well, don’t you have a colorful mouth?” Leroy’s father grunts.

“Wanna see just how colorful it can get?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

“I bet she gives those Alphas a run for their money in the bedroom,” Eli snorts.

“Alphas?” I look him up and down. “You speak as if Leroy isn’t a part of the pack. He’s just as involved with me as the other men in our pack are.”

“Really?” Eli asks. “But he’s a Beta? Omegas don’t really want Betas. They’re like the best friends of the group, right?”

Is this guy for fucking real right now?

“Not in my pack,” I grind out. “Leroy is my Beta.Mine. Would someone get tattoos of mate marks on their necks if they were only best friends?”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to them, Savannah. They’ve always been like this.” Leroy pulls me into his arms. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does fucking matter,” I growl.

“Always been like what?” his father asks.

“Like assholes,” I answer for him. “I don’t know what your fucking issues are, but Leroy is an amazing man. He’s hard working, loving, caring, the best partner, plus an amazing dad. He’s the glue that holds our pack together. That's what Betas are. Not the fucking helper, but the only one with a level fucking head to keep shit from blowing up when stupid Alphas and dumb-ass Omegas only think with their dicks or pussies,” I growl. “I don’t see any of you with packs? Why not? Did you get too jealous and possessive? Didn’t learn how to share nicely? I feel bad for your Omegas who are stuck with just your stupid-ass dicks.”

I’m breathing heavily now as I spin toward Leroy, turning away from their gaping, screwed up faces.

“I think I’m going to head back to the club after all. If I stay, I know for a fact I won’t be keeping the promise I made before. But don’t take any of their shit.” I point my finger up at him, and his lip twitches with a smile. “Tell them where to go and how to fucking get there. If not, I’ll gladly do it.”

“Have fun, assholes. Just know this, Leroy is a better man than all of you shrimp dicks wrapped into one. Have a miserable fucking day.”

Leaning up, I grab the back of Leroy’s head and crash my lips to his. I kiss him dirty and possessively until we’re both panting, and bite down on his neck hard enough to leave a mark just because I can. “Mine,” I growl before storming over to the cart and peeling out of there.

I’m amped up, ready for a fight. I want to stab someone so damn bad. It’s taking everything in me not to go back there and kick all of their stupid asses.

No wonder Leroy has nothing to do with his family, they all fucking suck balls.

I pull up to the country club like a bat out of hell. I storm into the building and snatch a drink from one of the trays, getting a surprised look from the waiter when I down it all in one go.

I hate alcohol, but I might need to be at least tipsy to deal with these people.

It’s too nice of a day to be inside, so I wander out onto their deck’s eating area. There’s a lot of old people giving me funny looks but I just smile.

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