Page 15 of Rebel's Fairytale

Rebel

Still riding the high of his first date with Ruby, Rebel finished making dinner for Ryker and Ross. He stuck with something simple since the twins were still getting used to eating more than just a sandwich for each meal. He went with the only recipe he remembered from his mother. A beef stew with chunks of potatoes and carrots. She always told him it was full of nutrients but wouldn’t be hard on the stomach.

He decided to pair it with buttered toast. After preparing a stack of that, he moved everything to the dining table and called out to the twins that dinner was done.

Throughout dinner, he put aside his thoughts of Ruby and kept an eye out for any concerning behaviors from the twins. It was odd to him that both of them seemed perfectly okay with everything that had happened. The fact that neither of them seemed angry or confused made Rebel more concerned. He made a mental note to ask Siren again about family therapists they could trust.

For a while after their rescue, the twins went to a therapist, but they had decided to stop when it was clear it wasn’t going to work unless they could be completely open about everything. They needed a shifter or someone who knew about shifters.

With the war and all the drama, it had gotten pushed to the back burner. However, it needed to be addressed, especially after they witnessed him killing their father.

“So, Chris, you heading back out to meet up with Ruby?” Ryker asked and took another bite of stew.

Rebel nodded. There were very few people on the planet he allowed to use his real name. His name was Port Christopher, but only his cousins and his sister called him Chris. To everyone else, he was Rebel.

He nodded and swallowed his food. “I won’t be gone long.”

“Take as long as you need,” Ross commented. When Rebel shot him a glare at the insinuation there, he added, “We are adults, Chris. We will be fine without a babysitter. That’s all I meant.”

Ryker shrugged. “And we like Ruby. She’s good for you. We’re glad you found her.”

“You don’t know her.”

“Yet, we still know she’s too good for you,” Ross shot back with a grin.

Relieved to have a relatively normal interaction with the cousins he always thought of as little brothers, Rebel chuckled and shot them the bird. “Fuck off.”

Ranger

At twenty after seven, the Ol’ Ladies started gathering in the clubhouse. Ranger cleared his throat and approached where Axle and Gorgeous were talking, the keys to the Howlers MC’s van in his hand.

“Where are you going again?” Axle had his hands to his hips and a scowl on his face as he talked to Gorgeous.

“We’re just going to have a girls’ night with Mama Hen. We won’t be gone long,” she replied.

“Don’t worry, Pres. I’m taking them, and I’ll hang out,” Ranger uttered and stopped next to them. “I’ll bring them back when they’re done doing whatever they plan to do.”

“If you don’t keep them safe,” Dragon said as he joined the circle, “I will—“

“Yeah. Yeah. We know,” Gorgeous uttered. “You’ll cut his balls off with a rusty butter knife dipped in citric acid.”

Ranger winced.

Dragon shrugged then nodded.

Axle sighed. “Fine. Be safe. Listen to Ran—“ He looked over at Ranger, scowled again, and Ranger tried not to be offended. Then Axle looked back at Gorgeous. “Just stay safe.”

Ranger rolled his eyes and called out to the room, “Ol’ Ladies, let’s roll.”

As the women said goodbye to their men and headed toward the front door, Axle stared hard at Ranger. “I don’t know what the hell they have planned, but I don’t believe this girls’ night shit. Keep them safe.”

Ranger gave a nod and high-tailed it out of there. If he stayed too long, the other men would join in, and they would try to pressure him into revealing their plans. And Ranger was looking forward to their stakeout mission. His boy, Rebel, had been holding out on him, and he wanted all the information.

Rock

Holding himself up on bent elbows, Rock slid his naked hips between Mary's thighs and pressed his lips to hers. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, and she used her feet to try to pull him closer. Nipping her bottom lip, he slid one hand up, tangling his fingers in her curls. The sight of her caramel curls laid out across his pillow took his breath away.

“Wes,” she gasped against his mouth as he pressed his erection against her core, letting her feel the effect she had on him.

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