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I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, that’s what bikers called them. I just picked up on the lingo.”

Satisfied with my answer, I set him down and he ran to Beretta, who had a handheld video game contraption in her hand. He climbed on her lap and grabbed it, as she put a set of headphones on his ears.

“You know, you’re hot when you take care of kids.” Emm nudged me when I sat down at the round table.

The inner circle was here, with their mates sitting in their laps.

“Yeah, you wanting some pups soon?”

Emm’s face went pale and she shook her head. “Ah, uh, no, I haven’t—”

I placed a tender kiss on her lips and rubbed my hand over her soft belly. “It’s alright, I never saw myself as a family man. If you ever want them, I’ll give you a pup and be the best father. If not, I’m happy with that, too.”

Emm physically relaxed and leaned into me.

“I’d like to take things slower. I’m not saying yes and I’m not saying no.”

I got it. Hell, she went from a loner to a luna of a pack in a month. But fuck, would she look good with a rounded belly and milk dripping from her tits.

When she orgasms, I bet they would just leak and I could lick every drop that ran down the underside of her—

“Alpha!” Sizzle snapped and ran his hand down his face. “We are all here.”

I looked around the room and saw Bram pulling on his collared shirt and clearing his throat.

“My bad, my mate is just stunning today.” I lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to it.

Delilah nudged Hawke and whispered in his ear, “You like the way my milk tastes, right?”

Oh fuck, did I say all that shit out loud?

“Yes, you did,” Emm linked, “and have you ever heard of induced lactation?”

My body sat up straight in my chair when Bram pulled out a notebook from his back pocket. He twirled the pen in his hand, but all I could hear was lactation.

“Alpha Locke, you know that I can still hear inside shifters’ minds, right? I’m not that far gone, yet.”

My eyes narrowed, and I grabbed hold of my mate’s breast. Emm squirmed in her seat when all the eyes were on her. “I don’t mind you looking, but touching and drinking from my mate is a big no-no.”

“Goddess help me,” he ran a hand down his face. “No, Alpha, I’m trying to explain how to kill Idris.”

Oh.

“Right, yes, uh. So, you did figure it all out. How to kill him? Properly, I mean?”

Bram cleared his throat again, his back leaning against the wall. The room was silent while we waited for him to begin.

Bram was old, and no one really knew just how old. He was rejected like the rest of us but, somehow, his power had kept him alive all this time. He was Tajah’s professor and mentor. Having two sorcerers on our side was great, well, until Bram found his mate.

“I’ve gone through every scroll and parchment I own about necromancers, specifically ones with dark fae. There are several routes you can go to become a necromancer and I think I’ve discovered the path that he has taken, and which way to destroy him.”

You could almost hear a pin drop, besides the buttons clicking in the corner where Luis was playing his game in Beretta’s lap. She engulfed him, petting his hair, grooming him like a feline, licking her palm and then his hair.

“Necromancers can take several paths to grow and use their powers, but I will name just a few. One is to bring the dead back to life, take the soul once departed, and bring it to the living plane. Another is to bring demons from the underworld and have them possess a body. They can do up to five demons at once.”

Nadia shifted in Bear’s seat, and he held onto her tightly.

“The third and final one I want to talk about is the ability to bring oneself back. If Idris dies, then he will come back to life himself.”

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