Page 60 of The Vampire's Soul

Ugh, Michael was fucking with him, and he’d nearly caught the bait.

Pun intended.

“Yes, Ella is here. Anyway...how’s the gym? Is Pedro still causing trouble with the Pilates girls?”

The bulked-up forty-year-old guy seemed to think all the ladies wanted a piece of him. While many couldn’t take their eyes off his impressive veiny muscles—compliments of twenty years’ worth of steroids—he had no boundaries and didn’t know when to back off.

Class attendance had lowered, and memberships were being canceled.

“I’ve given him a final warning.”

“Good.” Mack nodded.

“Other than that, nothing to report. So, have you mated her yet?”

Groan.

“Did you send the accountant the tax information?” Mack asked next, ignoring his little, but physically large, brother’s dig.

“Yup. Yesterday. Have you fucked her yet?”

Jesus fucking Christ. A deep growl escaped before Mack could stop it.

“Watch it.”

Silence, then. “Woah. You have.”

Fuck.

“Michael.” Mack warned, his wolf rising protectively in a manner he’d never experienced before. Talking about Ella as if she was some cheap whore apparently wasn’t okay.

He had fucked her.

Fucked her until her pretty mouth parted and screamed.

But no one else could use that term.

Not even his best friend and brother.

Even though they were close, his family didn’t know that he was now a hybrid. He hadn’t seen them since the change and was nervous about what would happen when they did. No one could physically tell by looking at him, but for some reason Mack suspected his family would.

If not Michael, then his mom would know.

Moms knew stuff.

Had Ella?

Ella had looked at him in a different way a few times, as if trying to figure out what was new. He’d had an answer prepared; he was now a warrior. She wouldn’t push; she never did.

Sometimes Mack wished she would.

All of a sudden, words fell out of his mouth.

“Sometimes I wish I hadn’t listened to Dad. It might be too late.” Mack rubbed his hand over his jaw.

“Bullshit. That female loves you. Always has,” Michael said. “I told you a million times that he was wrong.”

Yeah, he had.

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