Page 126 of Family: Posy 4

Topaz whimpered as she bent over in front of him to pick it up, and I smirked as he reached down and cupped himself.

Taking the frothy pink thing from her, I took it into the closet, slipped it on a hanger, and made sure all of it was in the garment bag before I zipped it up.

Ash had warned us that the skirt was made of some delicate material called tulle that would tear easily, and I didn't want to be the one who ruined a dress Posy loved.

Walking back into the bedroom once more, I saw the pups had gathered behind Lark's back, staring at her bra, although Topaz's eyes kept straying to her pert little ass. Judging by the tent in the front of his boxers, he needed a moment to calm down.

"Fetch a nightie for her," I told him as I stepped closer.

"Nightie, nothing. I'll get her one of my t-shirts."

And he trotted off to do just that.

"Bad to rip it," Gran said, still staring at her bra. "Ideas?"

I looked it over to see if I could figure out how to undo it. With enough time, I probably could, but I knew the pups would get impatient.

And we were all curious about the scars on her feet.

"Lark? Do you know how to work this hook thing?" I asked.

"Um, no." She squiggled around a bit. "But I can slip it over my head if I can get a boob free."

The pups tittered when she said 'boob.' I closed my eyes and counted to twenty.

"I help?" Gran asked a littletooeagerly.

Without opening my eyes, I grabbed his shoulder and held him in place.

"I got it!" she said.

"That's good, sweetheart." Opening my eyes, I saw Topaz standing at my elbow with a t-shirt in his hand. "Paz is going to put a t-shirt on you, okay?"

"Wait." She wiggled around some more, then threw her bra onto the bed. "Whew! Okay. Ready."

I looked at Topaz, whose eyes were again locked on her bottom, and cleared my throat. He glanced over at me, and I jerked my head toward her and mimed putting the shirt over her head. He blinked a couple times, then his face grew serious and he nodded.

Holding the neck open, he lowered it over her head, careful of her fancy hairdo, then tugged it down to her hips and let it drop to her thighs. He whined,actually whined, when the gray fabric covered her ass, and I bit back a grin.

"You forgot arms, dummy," Gran laughed, and I looked to see Lark's arms pinned to her sides.

"I can do that," Lark told him. She got herself sorted, then looked over her shoulders at us. "Thank you, Paz. I love your shirts. They big and comfy and smell so good!"

"You're welcome, dearest."

"Lark, can we please see the bottoms of your feet now?" I asked.

With a nod, she dropped onto the bed, laid on her stomach, and kicked her feet up. The three of us immediately bent closer and studied the thick, dark scars that ran from the back of her heel to the middle of her arch. They looked exactly like Beta Tyler's scars, and I knew what had happened.

Someone had used a silver knife on them, and she'd been too weak or drained - or unconscious - to heal them properly.

"How you get these, my love?" Gran asked in a soft voice.

"We tried to run away. Alpha... Alpha caught us and dragged us back. He locked me in the dark room and said, 'It your fault, runt!' He left, but I knew he'd come back."

"You don't have to tell us, dearest." Topaz rubbed his hand up and down her back, but she ignored that and continued.

"Aiden's room was right next to mine. I heard alpha beat him. I get scared, really scared, because alpha never hurt brothers before. I heard things break and Aiden crying and crying, and I got even more scared."

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