Chapter 8
Fia's POV
I ran up the stairs, on my way to Mr Harper's office. I still had to turn in all the grading and make it home in time to beat Fiore and Angelo there. My house was a wreck, I wanted to clean before they showed. Especially before Angelo showed.
I barged into his office without knocking, something that slipped my mind completely, while panting from all the stairs.
"Fia." He looked up from his desk amused. I caught my breath before throwing the papers on his desk.
"This building needs an elevator." I huffed. He took the messy stack and counted through them, ensuring he had everyone's assignment.
"Kimber put lots of hearts on her assignment. I think she's under the impression you're the one grading." He smiled at the comment.
"Did you give a little extra credit for that? I usually do." His smile turned to a smirk.
"Oh I bet you do." I narrowed my eyes rubbing my fingers together in a shaming way. He stood and handed me a paper.
"I graded yours." He leaned against the desk, watching me as I looked it over. He put lots of commentary next to my own commentary. I chuckled till I got to the end. It was a series of numbers scribbled on the bottom. I slowly looked up, meeting his tense stare.
"Is this your number Mr. Harper?" I asked lowly. He nodded, I could tell he was feeling out the situation. Wondering how I'd react.
"I felt we should exchange them. When I enter the grades this weekend and I stumble upon something I don't agree with. I think we should both be reachable." He covered his intentions well. Our school emails would have sufficed. But I wasn't gonna deny the cute Deans number.
"You could always stop by my house if that's the case. We could work on it together." I bit my bottom lip, knowing I probably shouldn't have said something so forward. I've been a mess since my kiss with Deacon. Touching myself in the shower has been my only source of relief. I needed to fuck someone, I felt like it would mellow the fire inside me. Fucking Darian always did that for me.
"I could. But that would be inappropriate Fia." He stood upright and made his way back around his desk. Interesting man.
"Thank you for doing this. It's really taken a load off my shoulders." He took his time looking me up and down. So forward yet so distant. He most definitely was an interesting man.
"Taking your load is my pleasure Mr. Harper." I responded. His eyes widened briefly. I turned and left while on my high note.
People looked at me as if I were crazy as I ran through campus, chasing the bus that was pulling up. I found a seat alone in the back and pulled my phone out to text Edith. If Angelo was coming over then I needed a buffer.
'Hey, come over tonight and endure my brothers with me.' I added a cry face emoji for begging effect.
'What time!' She was quick to respond. I told her to show around eight, if she were there when they showed then Angelo would suspect I invited her to torture him.
When I got home I threw all my dirty laundry in the closet, picking up my dirty dishes and quickly washing them. I was folding spare blankets when Angelo's transfer mist filled the living room. Fiore tackled me onto the couch, smothering me with his affection.
"Your hair!" I held his face as he pulled away. There were pastel pink highlights covering his blonde head.
"Angelo hates it, but mom loves it." He grinned. Of course mom loved it, her and Fiore were two peas in a pod, always laughing at each others jokes, exchanging clothings tips, and going off on solo escapades whenever he wasn't with me.
"Angelo has no taste." I whispered. He cleared his throat, making his presence known.
"Your place is, nice." He glanced around to the odd art, judging me severely.
"Thanks. I'm pretty sure a first grader painted that one. It's abstract yet deeply moving." I stood from the couch.
"Gusto orribile." ("Horrible taste") he sneered. I rolled my eyes, he was never good at comebacks.
"Loosen up Angelo. Tonight, beviamo." ("we drink.") I matched his annoying proper accent. Fiore threw his bag to the couch and followed me to the kitchen for shots.
"We haven't even eaten dinner yet." Angelo reluctantly followed. I opened the freezer and tossed him one of Emmy's meals. He narrowed his eyes and looked around my kitchen as if it weren't fit for cooking. Maybe I should have invited Edith sooner...
"Where is Emmy? I texted her yesterday and said she was welcome to come." I asked as I turned on some music.
"Her and aunt Flora are having a night together. There's some special moon flower blooming tonight." Fiore answered, ditching the shot and taking a pull from the bottle.
"I'm starting to think I should have stayed home and joined them." Angelo huffed as he looked through my cabinets for a skillet.
"No way, we're having fun tonight. I need fun. Drunk forgetful fun." I rose a toast to Fiore's full bottle, handing Angelo a shot as well. It took him a while but he rose his glass too. He tried setting it down after we drank ours but I picked it up and forced it in his mouth.
"You two are ridiculous when you get together." He mumbled. Fiore tugged me in for another hug and told me about the guy he was seeing, how dad and Emil didn't at all approve.
"They never do, how's Mari and Penny?" I asked. He smiled.
"They're good. At each others throats regularly but I think they fight because they miss you." He cocked his head and stuck out his lip. Those two were too similar, I always played buffer for them, there was only one thing they could agree on, their love for me.
"I'm coming home in December." I assured. Angelo cooked Emmy's frozen meals perfectly. We ate and drank and caught up until there was a knock at the door. I sent a mischievous smile to Angelo as I got to my feet.
I swung the door open and smiled at sweet Edith, but quickly frowned at the brute behind her. Before I could say no, Deacon shoved past me.
"I brought another bottle!" He hollered, tossing it to an excited Fiore.
"Im so sorry, he was over at the house when I was leaving and hounded me until I told him. Then of course insisted on coming." She rambled, I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay." I comforted. She nodded and walked in, her gaze immediately falling on Angelo. He quickly stood from the couch, making his way to us.
"Edith, it's good to see you again." He greeted her sweetly.
"Is it?" She joked. He insisted he make her a drink in the kitchen. I left them alone, seeing as Angelo has now halted his apposition to getting drunk.
"Where's your brother?" Fiore's prodded Deacon as he took a seat.
"My brother doesn't do things like this." He admitted.
"Drink?"
"Have fun." Deacon glanced to me before pouring a heavy glass of whiskey. The tension between us was thick. I couldn't help but notice his big body, the way it tightened in his black shirt and dark pants. He looked as if he went to the office today. He was already filling the room with his scent. A scent that made my insides run wild. It seemed the more time I spent with them the harder it was to resist the bond. I adjusted my sweater, tucking it low over my leggings, worried I'd start pooling at the thought of him. Dark hair, dark eyes, maybe even a little darkness inside him. He looked me over just as hungrily.
"Have you two...." Fiore was a radar for sexual tension, and Deacons stare wasn't helping. My skin felt like flames around him.
"I've kissed her, but I'd like more." He spoke up. Fiore laughed as I narrowed my eyes toward Deacon.
"Angelo, Fia kissed one of the brothers." Fiore piped as him and Edith came back into the living room. Angelo looked immediately disappointed, like it was a casual mess around. I was glad dad didn't tell them the truth.
"Gross." Edith glanced between us curiously. It wouldn't surprise me if she's figured it out. She knows her brothers, and I'm sure it was odd seeing Beta Deacon Vidar infatuated for so long. He seemed like the kind of man to move from girl to girl fairly quickly.
The heat turned away from me when Angelo was openly insulting my wall art again. Edith and him got into a heated debate as she defended it.
"It isn't tasteful." Angelo shook his head.
"Who are you to judge taste?" She snipped at him. They were at each other's throats, Angelo bringing up Edith's mismatch outfit as evidence of her lack of color knowledge. Everything he said would have upset me, yet Edith was laughing at each and every insult.
"Let me take you to the louvre. You can't show up at Royal with this mindset." He downed his drink before she nodded in acceptance.
"Okay, but then we go to modern art in New York." She countered. He rolled his eyes.
"Modern art?" He tried bashing her again.
"È innamorato di lei." ("He is in love with her") Fiore spoke toward me. I laughed and nodded.
"Sì." ("Yup.") I agreed. Angelo narrowed his eyes.
"lei ha tredici anni meno di me!" ("She is thirteen years younger than me!") Angelo shouted at us both. I kept my mouth shut as he glanced to Edith, wondering if he did like her like that. He was so out of touch with girls. He always had relationships, never anything casual. But he always broke them off after a few months. He was always sweet about the breakup, but it lacked genuine emotion. I hoped he didn't do that with Edith. I had a feeling she didn't date like that, let alone date at all.
He reached for the bottle, throwing it back until
It was empty. I was pleasantly surprised. Fiore took the empty bottle from him and slid to the floor.
"Spin the bottle?" He urged us to join him. We sat in a lopsided circle on the floor, Deacon of course taking the seat next to me.
"I'm not playing with my brother." Edith gagged.
"You don't kiss your siblings?" Fiore asked with wholehearted seriousness.
"No. You do?" She questioned. Fiore nodded. We were more affectionate than most families. Fiore's kissed my lips since the day I was born. And he every so often kissed Angelo's lips as well, though Angelo preferred cheek kisses from Fiore because of the amount of people he's put his lips on. Mouth kisses weren't romantic in my family, maybe between mom and dad, but they didn't mouth kiss, they mouth devoured. I didn't mind the kisses at home but out of the Kingdom I quickly realized people found it weird.
"I kiss all my siblings." Fiore responded softly, as if he cherished our affection. I sunk at his sweet tone and crawled across the floor, touching my lips to his in a sweet small kiss.
"Love you." I whispered before smiling. He beamed back and pinched my cheek. I caught sight of Deacons hard stare, his wolfs eyes blazing over his brown orbs. Was he truly jealous? Of my brother?
"Okay, how about spin the bottle truth or dare?" Fiore offered. It wasn't long before we we agreed at the compromise. Deacon's knee kept touching mine. I ignored the tingle well.
"House goes first." Fiore winked my way. I reached for the bottle, spinning it briskly. I watched with a steady eye as it landed on Angelo. I smirked.
"Truth or dare brother." I cocked my head at him. He adjusted slightly, setting his drink down.
"Truth."
"Pussy." Fiore mumbled.
"Do you fancy Edith?" I had my question set up the moment we started the game. He was quiet, ignoring Edith's presence as he thought. I couldn't help but notice how intrigued Edith was in his answer.
"I do." He let out on an exhale, picking up his beverage after feeling her hard stare. She was analyzing him thoroughly, yet she didn't look displeased by the admittance. I guess I should have been more specific, fancy could mean many things. He leaned over, spinning the bottle. It landed directly on Deacon. Angelo thought for a moment, glancing around the small circle.
"Truth or dare Beta Vidar." He held the wolfs steady stare.
"Dare." He smirked.
"Finish that bottle." Angelo's eyes darted to the liquor bottle sitting next to him. A third full. It was a weak dare. Someone like Deacon probably polished bottles often. He finished it in a short chug and shook the empty bottle, placing it back to the floor.
"Waste of good whiskey." He spoke under his breath before spinning the bottle. It landed on his sister. They looked to be sizing each other up mentally.
"Truth or dare sis." He stared like he had something up his sleeve.
"Truth." She went the safe route. I didn't blame her.
"Do you feel the same about Angelo?" It looked like a genuine question on his part. He looked the concerned brother as he glanced between them. Angelo was a bit older than Edith, and I'm sure those thoughts made him uncomfortable as a big brother. At least that's how I knew Angelo felt about me sleeping with older men. He most definitely wouldn't approve of Mr. Harper.
"I don't know what I feel." She shrugged. My brothers eyes glazed. He wasn't used to a woman being uncertain about him. He had dads charm when it came to women. She crawled forward, spinning the bottle. I couldn't help but watch Angelo watch her. Taking in her mismatch outfit a little differently. Fiore got excited when the bottle finally landed on him.
"Dare." He answered Edith before she could even ask.
"I dare you to kiss me." She smiled an innocent smile. She was up to something. Avoiding Angelo's stare, asking to kiss Fiore. She was making him sweat. I loved it. Fiore made his way to her, glancing our brothers way before taking her cheek in his hand.
Deacon looked away, not at all liking the idea of little Edith kissing anyone. Fiore pressed his mouth to hers, leaning her down to her back. She slid her hands to his hair, fisting his locks while pulling him closer. Angelo's jaw tightened, it wasn't just a kiss. Fiores hands went to her waist feeling up her shirt, my eyes widened when her muffled moan hit my ears.
"Off." Angelo grabbed Fiores arm. His orbs darkening down at him, threatening him with a single look. If he were dad, his smoke would be bellowing.
"You want me off angel?" Fiore asked Edith sweetly. She held Fiores gaze, leaning up to him to get another kiss. But her eyes remained open, holding Angelo's dark stare while she did it. There was most definitely something going on between them.
Angelo shoved Fiore back, sending him a threatening glare. I glanced to Deacon, he was completely unphased at the showmanship before us. I've never seen Angelo get aggressive for a girl.
"I guess it's my turn." Fiore grinned, his hair still
messy from Edith's hands. We all preteneded that little show didn't happen as Fiore spun the bottle. I smiled when it landed on me.
"Dare." I spoke up. Fiores eyes darkened.
"Reenact your kiss with Deacon." He looked between us both. Deacon and I both ran through our moment in the car, how intense it was, how I seeped smoke, how we touched each other. It all felt so intimately scandalous, yet was so very juvenile. But I was never one to back out of a dare.
I turned to Deacon, a smirk already plastered his face.
"Everything?" He asked Fiore while holding my gaze.
"Damn, did clothes come off?" He chuckled. I kept hold of my straight face, determined to not let him affect me the way I knew he could.
"You leaned in first." Deacon reminded me. I tightened my jaw and leaned forward balancing myself on my hands as he brought his face down to mine. I could smell him, his scent wrapped me like a blanket. It made my demon stir.
His lips grazed mine as he brought that warm big hand to my face, sliding my hair behind my ear. He was making it so obvious that he cared. That it was more than just a kiss.
"Kiss me." I spoke impatiently. A slow smile tugged his lips as he lowered them to mine. It wasn't like our kiss in the car. He was soft, and slow. I matched his intentional rhythm as he fisted my hair in his hand, tugging my head to the side so he could deepen his kiss. I held my smoke back fiercely when his tongue met mine.
"Show them how you licked me Fia." He spoke against my lips. My body shuddered, I wouldn't do that in front of my family. Angelo was most likely already disgusted in the display. He tightened his hand in my hair, displeased with my lack of listening. He didn't bring his mouth back to mine. He just held my face close to his. Those yellow eyes boring into my dark ones. The hair at my scalp searing against his hard grip.
"Or how you stroked me." He whispered for all to hear.
"Gross." Edith piped. He smiled.
"Or how I felt that hot wet-"
"Enough." Angelo stopped him before he could finish. He finally released me. Pulling away from me completely. My breath was ragged. I pulled my hair from my face, catching my breath as Fiore stared at me. He of all people knows I don't get flustered.
"I think we're done with this game." Angelo stood to step out for a cigarette. I quickly got up to join him.
I was glad the air was crisp, assaulting the sweat that had gathered at my neck. I took a smoke from my brother and sat on the hard steps. Angelo refused to sit. He wouldn't dirty his nice pants. Instead he made his way down the three steps and turned to face me.
"Mated to a wolf." He spoke, taking a drag. I refused to meet his hard gaze. I wasn't sure if he were talking about himself, or me.
"Does dad know?" He questioned. I flicked an ember and ran a hand through my hair. Me, he was talking about me.
"Is there anything he doesn't know?" I chuckled. There was no use in defending or denying. Deacon was hell bent on having me. It would have come out sooner or later. Angelo looked around the night air, taking a few steps while enjoying his smoke.
"This is forever then huh?" He asked, turning to me, pushing his dark hair back. I glanced around the silent neighborhood.
"If this is my forever, I give you permission to shoot me." I licked my fingers and pinched the end of my smoke, feeling the way it singed my skin.
"I'd never shoot you. Shooting people is for underdeveloped children." He threw me a side eye. I chuckled, counting the times I've shot Angelo for merely existing.
"Thank you for inviting me. But I was required to take this trip anyway." He spoke up. I furrowed my brows.
"Alpha Vidar and Caruso have reported demon activity on the borders. Seems to be following your movements." He let out. I stood from my seat on the steps.
"Why wasn't I the first to be informed?" I snapped. He slid his hands into his pockets and made his way to me.
"Alpha Vidar reached out to Dad first. Seemed keen on the idea of you going home. But now I'm wondering if that was because he didn't like the idea of you mating his brother, the Beta."
The front door opened. I turned to see Deacon. His tanned skin absorbing the moonlight.
"I'd say you guessed correct Angelo." He responded.
"I have a meeting with your brother tomorrow. I'd like it if you were there. Seeing as our families are destined to be intertwined." Angelo let a smile tug his lips as he looked the both of us over.
"I'm not taking him as my mate. No need to think about blending the family. We're not like that." I quickly defended. Angelo's smile only grew as he passed me.
"I'll be there." Deacon nodded respectfully before Angelo went inside.
"What are you doing?" I asked defensively.
"What do you mean?" He took a step closer, his golden orbs flashing at me through the nights air.
"I'm not mating you Deacon. I'm not yours." I grit. I refused to let the pull of that golden gaze draw me in.
"Yes. You are." He corrected. I shook my head ready to defend myself for the millionth time. Before a word could tumble through my lips, Deacon had wrapped my throat in his large hand, sticking me against a wooden pillar. I shoved at his chest as he closed his warm body down on mine.
Fuck, he was warm. And big, so fucking big. I pressed my thighs together as he released my throat and lifted my chin, pinching my jaw to force my eyes up at him.
"Stop." I didn't sound myself. I sounded lust ridden. My underwear wet with his body this close, with his forceful hands. I always thought myself to be the dominant one in any sensual setting. But my power seemed to scurry in the presence of Deacon, especially when he felt so demanding.
"Leave." I sounded pathetic, like I was begging him. He smiled, those pearly whites taunting me, I wondered what they'd feel like against my skin. I shuddered as his canines grew.
"You're as helpless as a mortal when you get like this." He licked his lips when my breath caught in my throat.
"Open your mouth." He whispered. I shook my head but he pinched my cheeks between his index and thumb, forcing my teeth apart. Why wasn't I getting mad? Why did I pool at the sight of him staring into my open mouth? He lifted two of his fingers to the flat of my tongue, pressing them back slowly, as far as they could go. I gagged and coughed, trying to push him away. He didn't budge. Instead he smiled sympathetically.
"Breathe through your nose princess." He whispered, leaning into me, forcing his fingers back down my throat. I steadied my breath and controlled my urge to gag. He released a satisfied breath as he watched me take his fingers.
"I'm gonna be back here Fia" he pressed his finger at the back of my throat. My eyes watered as he leaned his head against mine.
"You're gonna beg me to be back here. And this pretty little throat..." he touched the skin at my neck. "It's gonna know how warm my cum is." He groaned as he pulled his fingers from my mouth.
"Fuck you." The insult was weak, it lacked my usual force. I was a wet mess at his words. My throat felt dry, as if already craving the warm taste of him. He groaned and pressed his forehead to mine.
"Let me help you cum princess. You're so fucking wet." He pressed his lips to my head as his big hand slipped between my legs. I stiffened against the wooden pillar. He massaged his palm against my heat. I shook and lifted to my toes, trying desperately to wiggle from his friction.
"Stop." I whined. He shook his head.
"You don't mean that." His kissed my head again, pinning me with his body and sinking his fingers to me harder, desperate for me to wet through my leggings. He groaned before pulling away. I stumbled a bit as the cold air hit my skin.
"You ruin all the fun Nolan." Deacon spoke up. I turned abruptly to see Nolan making his way up the path to the porch. His eyes were bright and his jaw was tight.
"When someone says stop. They mean stop." He grit lowly. I could attest that statement but I wasn't going to admit that I wanted Deacons fingers inside me. I glanced to his hands. Those thick long fingers. Fuck.
Nolan brushed past the both of us, opening the door to holler at Edith. He left it open and turned back, eyeing the two of us. He was in a nice suit, his collar loosened as if he were ready to rid himself of the stiff fabric. I was momentarily entranced as his blue orbs flickered with his wolfs golden tone.
I left them both on the porch before Nolan could reprimand me once again. Edith passed me with a light smile, sympathizing with my predicament. I told her goodbye and quickly shut the door. My heart rattled in my chest as I made my way inside.
"Tonight went differently than I expected." Fiore spoke up. I sighed and met eyes with Angelo. I don't know what came over me, or why I suddenly felt like opening up, but I did.
"They're both my mates." I announced, grabbing the remnants of a bottle and heading to my room. I didn't feel much like talking about it, but the admittance was enough to explain why I didn't want them. Why it was so confusing and overwhelming. Angelo stayed in the living room to sleep on the couch, but Fiore followed me to my bedroom, crawling in bed with me and snuggling in silence while I finished the liquor.
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"Promise me you'll come home for Thanksgiving at least?" Mom sighed through the phone. I called her while walking through town center. My brothers and I have been walking around all day, Angelo admiring the statues we encountered while Fiore meandered in each and every store. I ripped an expensive shirt this morning and decided to call mom for sewing tips.
She owned a small clothing store, all custom and refurbished pieces. I enjoyed the days she took me to work with her, watching her encounters with mortals and how they treated an ageless powerful queen so normally. I quite enjoyed those interactions.
"I will, I promise." I melted a bit hearing her soft sigh, she missed me, and I missed her.
"Just send the shirt home with Angelo, I'll fix it and get it back to you." She perked. I thanked her and bid goodbye just before Fiore made his way to me, bags of items in hand.
"Angelo left, said he has a meeting with your wolf boyfriends." He smirked and pulled a pair of glasses out of a bag and set them to the bridge of my nose.
"Don't say that. And shouldn't I be at the meeting? It's my stalker." I scuffed. Fiore shrugged.
"It's probably nothing, remember when Rafael stalked me all the way to Italy and back? We're hot and extremely charming, you probably just have someone caught up." He pulled the glasses off and put another pair on my face.
I thought about Darian, how he loved me, and how my actions completely wrecked his life. I could picture him following me here, keeping tabs on me. He always did that when he worked for the guard, always stayed close to me. I hoped he could move on. No doubt Alpha and Beta Vidar would either use force or send him back to my father where he'd finish the job he started on the beach that night.
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Nolan's POV
"Your building is nice." Angelo greeted with a shake once he made it to my office. I sensed the wolves on high alert the moment he entered the building. My people aren't used to being around demons. I always thought they reeked of death, but I noticed on occasions there was a lack of scent to many members of the undead. Angelo being one of them, he could easily outwit me in combat if my nose were to be my only sense. But today he reeked of someone familiar, his sister. Her cherry scent was all over him. That was another odd occurrence, Fia smelling like heaven while her kind either touched my nose distastefully or not at all.
"Thank you, we recently remodeled. It was due for an update." I greeted warmly. He glanced around my pristine office, looking rather pleased with the order of my shelf and the vibrance in my plants. Just as the silence was becoming awkward, Deacon barged in, a lit cigarette between his lips as he shut the door behind him.
"Angelo, good to see you." Deacon gave his shoulder an aggressive squeeze rather than taking his hand like the professional he was suppose to be. At least he put a suit on today.
"Deacon, I'm glad you came." He smiled and straightened the wrinkle in his jacket.
"Your father doesn't seem too worried about the undead that seem to be following your sister." I got right to the point, eager to rid myself of my brothers presence. Angelo nodded.
"It's not uncommon that members of our family are sometimes followed. And this wouldn't be Fia's first case. She is very... connected when it comes to people and partying." He thought himself successful in hiding that alternate meaning. I knew Fia was social in those kinds of aspects.
"There was more than one scent." Deacon spoke up. I turned and narrowed my gaze.
"How would you know that?" I asked curiously. Scenting demons in general was difficult, but differentiating them was even more so.
"I went to the border this morning. I'd say there are two maybe even three." He spoke toward Angelo. That news seemed to rock him a bit.
"Three doesn't seem harmless." Angelo spoke under his breath.
"Maybe she should go home for now, back to undead land where she is properly protected." I told him. His eyes snapped up to me, while
Deacon turned to give me a deathly glare.
"Nolan." Deacon clenched his jaw at my statement, the ash to smoke missing the tray completely.
"If you think you lack the power to hold your border then yes I think it's time I take Fia home. But I imagine the peacekeeper pack keeps tight reigns on who and what comes across." Angelo went stiff, a bit of his father glimmered in his dark gaze. I saw Fia in him as well, their olive tone and harsh stare.
"My border is kept to the highest standard. That I can assure you." I held Angelo's stare until he finally broke away.
"Good. I'm sure it will solve itself once Fia moves on to someone else." His statement had Deacon rigid and tense. He was already so territorial over her.
"There is something else I think needs addressing." For the first time Angelo shifted on his feet, looking rather uncomfortable. His dark gaze darted to the floor before meeting mine and my brothers.
"I'd like to court Edith." His words had taken me back a bit. Deacon stood from his leaning position on the window with a smile to his lips.
"Our sister?" I asked, still utterly confused. He barely knew her, she was to be in college soon, across the world. Not courting the heir to the undead throne.
"You have my blessing." Deacon glanced between us, looking as if he knew something I didn't.
"Why? Who is she to you?" I seemed to ramble. She was my baby sister, and he was quite a bit older than her.
"Edith Vidar is my mate. She seems to ignore the obvious fairly well though." He sounded irritated. His eyes had deepened and his shoulders stiff. Edith was his mate. And she was showing absolute no interest. Much like my own mate. I suddenly felt closer to Angelo, though he seemed to be accepting his fate with my sister. For a moment I thought myself a coward for pushing Fia away.
"She has years until she's ready to settle. No offense Angelo, but it's not my place to hand my sister off to her mate. She is her own person, with passions she should see through. My mother and grandmother have made it perfectly clear that the women in my pack mate when then want to be mated. Your question has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with my sister." I ended my speech and turned to Deacon, he knew that by pressuring Fia into mating he was breaking the very value our grandmother put in place. And Deacon didn't like displeasing Grandma. For he was her favorite.
"I have no intention of disrupting her studies once that time comes. I recognize the value of her passion and I'd want nothing more than to nurture it." He smiled softly, glancing to Deacon before turning for the door.
"It's something you both should think on. Sometimes nurturing one's passion can make them a tad less apprehensive." He drew his attention to Deacon. I watched him leave, shutting the door behind him softly.
"What would you say Fia's passion is?" Deacon asked. I chuckled.
"Doing everything she shouldn't." I turned to my chair, surprised Deacon had stayed helping with getting buildings approved.
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