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"Slut."

The Grim lets out a rumble from deep in his chest. "What did you call her?" he turns glowing eyes towards Lydia. "When you stand here reeking of cum, dick, and a bastard pup, what did you call this sweet girl?"

Lydia gasps like a fish, her mouth opening and closer, but nothing but little puffs of air come from her lips. Silent tears are streaming down her face. She darts a pleading glance at Trey, but he is stone-faced, glaring at Conner who is matching him look for look.

The Grim Reaper straightens away from his staring contest with Lydia, straightening his shoulders and growing another foot in size. At least it seems like he grows. When this man postures it is completely different from Conner and Trey. He makes them look like children, likebabies,just pretending to be tough. If this was a National Geographic special then Beta Teague would be the silverback gorilla and all the other males in the room would just be the adolescents. Except for me. I would be the helpless little baby gorilla trying to hide and peeing on its mother.

"Umm... Beta Grim," I say sweetly in a voice I think may be slurred.

He reaches behind him and pats me on the head like a puppy. It's super easy for him because he is about two feet taller than me. I resist the urge to smack his hand away. I'm not a dog... oh.

"We will not accept a human Luna at RedMoon," the old Wilkinson says.

"She's weak," Lydia spits.

"Is that why you attacked her? Because she's weak?"

The room goes completely still... again. Or I'm just in shock and hallucinating all of this. I gasp. Maybe I've been hallucinating everything for the past three days. Oh, wow. There really is a fine line between genius and insanity.

Trey just... what did he just do, exactly? Lydia has dissolved into open sobs. The rebuke, because I think that's what it was, from her lover must have hit hard.

"Stop that," Trey snaps at her, but he never takes his eyes off of Conner. "You attacked a human with your claws for no fucking reason."

"I'm carrying your pup," she whispers brokenly.

There is a deep pause, and I see the Grim Reaper's body ripple with aggression before the tension fades from his shoulders. The air is heavy as if Conner's dad has made some important decision. Every eye is on him with differing expressions, curiosity, worry, anger...

"Let's cut to the chase, Antony," the Grim growls out. "Lydia is Conner's fated mate. She and your son have refused to end their relationship and now she's pregnant with his pup. Bailey is Trey's, fated mate. He has refused to Claim her. That means that Bailey is an UnClaimed luna and Conner is a MateLess alphason. Conner has expressed his interest in testing his compatibility with Bailey and after listening to this clusterfuck, I agree with him. As of this moment, Bailey is part of the ClearHowl pack and under my protection."

Ooo. Their packs havenames. Did I already know that? I'm good at this hallucination stuff. Conner's pack name is the ClearHowl. Super cool. Wait... I'm what now?

"Conner," I feel grouchy all of the sudden. "The wounds on my shoulder are only oozing blood, but it hurts awfully and it's the same shoulder thatyoudislocated before." OK, so I don't handle pain very well, but my harsh rebuke works wonders.

In just a minute the room is cleared except for Sarj and Sean. A nurse comes in a moment later and dumps something into my i.v.

It's not a benzodiazepine. It works really fast too-

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28 - Bundy and Kaczynski

Conner

My wolf plots murder as I walk across the hallway to the empty room Alpha Wilkinson, Trey, and Lydia are waiting in. With Bailey tucked away on her hospital bed safely guarded by Sean and Sarj, my wolf figures he can take the opportunity to slaughter the female who hurt his female.

The fact that it was my supposed mate who hurt Bailey is making my wolf insane.

The conflict between mate and chosen female has just ripped away from me and it's a strange fucking torture. Lydia is pregnant with Trey's pup. My mate is not mine any (if she ever was.)

RedMoon probably used our own bio-tech to do it, too. Irony is a fucking bitch. Then again, if our matings were reversed then Trey would be with Bailey-

I leap for him, but Dad's there to prevent me from spilling Trey's guts all over the linoleum.

His father, Antony douchemaster Wilkinson, glares hotly at me. "We've made the deal. You keep the human luna and we keep Lydia and my grandpup." There's a smug quality to his voice. Douchebag.

"We'll contact the council to release Conner and Lydia from their bond," Dad says coolly.

"Won't that risk my pup?" Lydia asks shrilly. I stare at her in disgust. There are areas of the world where I could demand Lydia's death for cheating on our bond and becoming pregnant. Her life and the life of her unborn pup mean jackshit to me. I'll refrain from killing her only because her pregnancy makes my relationship with Bailey easier to justify to other packs.

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