“What the hell?” Brandon curses, getting off me, and covering me with the towel as he sits protectively beside me.
I sit up behind him, overwhelmed and flustered by the unattended itch left between my legs that still needs attention.
“Leave us,” Brother declares, his tone so calm, yet laced with a deadly promise, as he holds the door open for Brandon.
“If someone should leave. It's you.” Brandon retorts, and I understand his irritation, but this isn't the right time.
And disrespecting the alpha might land him in serious trouble.
I grip his arm.
He turns to look at my face, and I shake my head at him to keep quiet.
However, he smiles reassuringly at me, then turns to Brother.
“You have no right to barge in here, disrupt our moment, and expect me to obey you without question, Alpha.
