Page 80 of Silverproof Damsel

Groaning, I rubbed my temples. “I didn’t mean to say it to him.”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned her head back, mirroring my pose. “Obviously. Not that we all weren’t keenly aware of how you truly felt about Rhys. He’s an asshole, Remi. One who doesn’t deserve you.”

“No. He doesn’t.” Dropping my hands to my belly, I held my palms against my growing abdomen. “I was nervous.”

A soft crack of feminine amusement escaped from her. “I personally loved the cover up remarks.”

I had literally told him I loved his cock. Could this day get any worse? Fidgeting with the rip in the jeans, I eyed Nyota. “Did everyone leave?” I prayed they had all vanished once I’d failed to make an appearance.

“You wish. Other than Acyn and Cole, my brothers went after Rhys. The others are refusing to leave until they’re certain you’re okay. Ian doesn’t think you should stay after Rhys just stormed out. Hunter thinks you should go with him to Faery, while the omegas think the babe should go home with Conrad. I don’t think they care if you go or not.”

Nodding in agreement, I turned to face her. “If you’d be honest with your feelings—”

“Don’t finish that!” Nyota lifted a finger, then pointed it at me in warning. “Both Ian and Hunter are off-limits. I know that, so do they,” she replied in a defeated tone.

“Both?” I felt my eyebrows rising at her slip up. Obviously, she’d realized her mistake too late to take it back. “Good for you, girl.”

Rhys had to approve of Nyota’s choice of mates. It was an archaic rule, but one that she’d warned me not to argue with him over. As the alpha to the house, he was her guardian.

“I’d die if either of them realized I fancied them,” she expelled as her cheeks turned scarlet. “Rhys would never approve of either.”

“Why not? They’re both respected in the otherworld community. Both are also alphas to their respective houses. You’d think he’d be willing to court the idea of a marriage between you and one of them.”

Turning to stare at the steam rolling up from the shower, Nyota released a clap of laughter, forcing my head to swing back, rubbernecking at the sound she released. The corners of my mouth twitched.

“What’s so amusing about what I said?”

All the amusement fled from her face. “I didn’t say anything about marrying them. Do you ever buy a car without first driving it?” I blinked repeatedly at the comparison she’d offered. The confusion stamped over my face had her snorting. “Don’t answer that. I know you bought a house without setting eyes on it first.”

Rolling my eyes dramatically, I retorted, “Nyx did that. Not me.” A thought occurred to me as I observed the way she squirmed beneath my stare. “Nyota—”

“You’ve met my brothers, Silversmith. Who would be suicidal enough to touch the only Van Helsing with a vagina?”

“I heard vagina!” Nyx bellowed before she plowed into the room, smiling knowingly. “Ian and Hunter both would volunteer to pluck that Helsing pussy,” she confirmed.

“If you say anything to them, you’re dead, Nymph.” Nyota glowered at Nyx, who shrugged in response.

Strolling over to the shower, Nyx waved her hand through the steam. “It wasn’t me who made that deduction for you. They both agreed rather vocally, in fact, that they’d enjoy plucking your—”

“I—” I attempted to deescalate the situation, unsuccessfully.

Nyota gasped loudly. Her mouth then opened only to close as shock spread over her entire face. As we watched, her eyes expanded as something akin to dread lit within them. “They heard me?”

“I volunteer as tribute, Nyota Van Helsing!” Hunter howled before a grunt sounded.

The sound of scuffling drifted into the en suite from the open bedroom door. “I don’t fucking think so, bloodsucker,” Cole growled.

“Agreed,” said Acyn, a promise of violence carried in his tone.

Nyota slipped off the counter as I followed close behind her. Nyx trailed after me, and all three of us hauled ass toward the sound of men arguing and fighting in the front room.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Thesoundsofmenshouting clashed with the feminine sounds from the omegas. Crashing noises echoed through the corridor as we rushed down. The scent of testosterone and aggression struck my senses as I rounded the corner, coming to a stop at the sight of Cole, Ian, Hunter, and Acyn rolling on the floor, brawling.

My jaw dropped at the chaos of what was unfolding. Nyota, on the other hand, groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose. Nyx hooted, then made lewd sounds as she cheered Acyn on, as if he weren’t rolling around on the floor like a testosterone driven adolescent.

A crash sounded from the entrance, then darkness rushed through the room like lightning crashing to the ground. Each man was thrown into the air, then shot toward the walls, slamming into them. My jaw dropped to the floor, as if it hadn’t fallen far enough from the first shock I’d suffered.

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