“I hate when I talk and you guys ignore me.” She pouts.
“I have something to do before the time of my flight, Braila…I mean…Layla.” He sighed with closed eyes. “Got some work to catch up to, see ya.” Gifford waved at Layla and walked out of the beach.
“Did you hear that, Ren?!”
“It slipped out of his tongue.” I explained.
“Don’t defend him.”
“I’m not.”
“Why are you guys avoiding the topic about Braila, when all of you marked her?!”
“It’s not our fault.” I bit my cigarette. “Precisely. We got out of control at the scent of our mate. No one wants to talk about it, because we don’t want to deal with it.”
“If my brothers don’t want to deal with the fact that Braila belongs to you all, why don’t you guys just accept her or reject her?”
“She got marked…so…?”
“But the bond can get bro
