Page 5 of Big Bad Alphas

“We should go talk to her. Try to explain things,” I say.

“Sure, and then we can let her choose who she wants as her mate,” Patrick adds confidently.

Wade doesn’t bother responding, he just starts striding off toward the front door. Patrick and I hurry to catch up as he knocks on the door.

“Go away!” our mate yells from the other side.

She sounds scared, and shame slams into me. We did that. We terrified our mate. My wolf whimpers inside of me, and I clear my throat.

“We’re so sorry. We know that we’re messing this all up,” I start.

“Please, just let us in,” Wade says.

“Please,” Patrick adds.

It’s so weird to hear them talking like this. Normally, Alpha shifters never have to say please. Everyone else just knows to do as they’re told.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think so,” she sasses back. My wolf snorts.

I smile slightly. I find that I like that she’s able to stand up to us. It will make claiming her as ours all the sweeter.

Shit. Not ours.Mine.Mymate. Dammit.

“Please, we just need five minutes to explain,” Patrick says, leaning closer to the door.

“I’m sure that you’re wondering what’s going on. Let us answer your questions,” Wade says.

He’s starting to sound more like the charming jokester I’ve known for all these years. Of the three of us, Wade is by far the most laid-back. Patrick is your typical type An Alpha who is always planning ahead. He wants everything to be perfect. I’m sure that finding out his mate is fated to all three of us is screwing with his plans majorly.

I swallow a laugh, and he turns to glare at me. I hold up my hands, and Patrick rolls his eyes but looks away from me and back to the door.

“Just a few minutes,” I plead.

We all hold our breaths, and I can almost feel the seconds ticking by as we wait to hear if she’ll give us a chance or not.

“Two minutes,” she counters, and we all lean forward like dogs salivating over a plate of food.

“Deal,” Patrick says right away, and I swallow hard as the front door starts to open.

The door creaks open, and big, wary green eyes peek out at us. Seeing her up close is like a punch in the gut, and I inhale sharply.

She’s gorgeous. Her dark brown hair is braided and hanging over one shoulder. She has a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. A small scar bisects the end of her left eyebrow, and I want to ask her about it. I want to know how she got it. I want to know everything about her.

“Hi,” I say, breaking the silence.

“Um, hi,” she says cautiously.

We tower over her, and I know she’ll fit perfectly against me. My wolf must agree because he’s flopped over on his back, basking in her sweet scent.

“I’m Patrick. This is Wade and Ezra,” Patrick introduces us.

“Hi,” she says again.

She’s looking between the three of us in confusion, and I clear my throat.

“What’s your name, honey?” I ask her.

“Emily.”

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