“Any interesting happen while we were gone?” Ebony asked once they’d settled with coffees in the tower. She watched a concerned look be exchanged between Peter and Benedict before Peter responded to Ebony’s inquiry. “Nothing interesting except we got a rather odd call from Alan while you were out. The report concerns him, but his list of rangers that he could send in here is a little too slim to really pick anyone from. So his solution is that we temporarily stop monitoring from the tower and focus on finding the poachers. Until we have more concrete information, his hands are tied.” Peter’s words were like a godsend in one aspect, but Benedict appeared to think otherwise if Ebony was reading his face correctly. Franco was helping Peter with lunch and staying out of this conversation right now. Ebony could understand that. “What? That’s crazy. They did just sent you three here. Why close the tower down? That defeats the purpose of training you on how to deal

“Benedict? Why are you looking at me that way?” The only way Ebony could describe his expression was that of guilt. “I was joking. Never mind, let’s just get back.” She didn’t like the look. Brains wouldn’t cause this reaction, so why would he react like that from the words ‘brood mare?’ Was that what he saw her as? She wasn’t going to get into that just yet. How would that work? No, it was too soon to work out the logistics for something like that. “Ebony wait. I’m sorry you just caught me by surprise with that.” “Yeah, well, it’s too early to figure out how that would work out. Forget I said anything. Okay?” “But.” “I’m not ready to have pups. My career has just started. Then there’s trying to figure who’s going to father them. If there’s a lot of pups, I’ll need help to raise them. What if I’m a bad mother? See lots to talk about as a group and we have lots of time later to work out how it will happen.” “Fine, as long as you aren’t angry.”

Peter found Benedict in the tower with binoculars to his eyes, watching something. “Anything interesting I need to know about?” “Franco is calming Ebony by having her bounce on his cock.” “Well, let’s hope it works. But she’s not the only one that’s out of sorts. Do you want to talk? Or can I do something for you to help you?” “I’m fine. Really, there’s nothing I need.” “Benedict, you haven’t been with me all that much since Ebony’s been here. You’re avoiding something. That’s what you do when something’s eating at you. So I either blow you or you talk to me. But hey, I’m flexible and we can do both.” “Seriously? I’m working.” “You’re spying on our mates while they fuck. That’s not work. I can see you straining your zipper. Come here. I’m dying to get my hands on you.” Peter stepped close and leaned against Benedict’s back, his arms wrapped around Benedict, and found his balls. Squeezing them gently, Peter teased Benedict. The evid

Of course, as soon as she awoke, the first thing, she heard was her mother’s voice telling her father what to do. Well, that cinched it. She was about to become a pelt for display somewhere. Her father was here, and all the guys were out cold naked around her. It didn’t help that someone’s hand was between her thighs and her breast was a pillow for Benedict’s head. She started shaking the guys awake as best she could. Once they each realized what was happening outside and who it was. The quietest mad scramble for clothes and to hide that fact they slept together occurred. “I’ll go greet them and stall so you guys can make it look like it’s business as usual. I’ll tell them you’re staying in one room so the other one can house my parents. The rest will stay out here.” Ebony scrambled to pull on clothes. “I’ll go make coffee for everyone.” “We’ll do our best. Just make sure your father won’t kill us or something crazy.” Peter reassured her and made one

Ebony stood between Ran, her sister, Ivory’s mate, and Benedict. Peter and Franco were smart enough not to make things more charged than they were. “That’s enough, both of you. This is getting us nowhere fast. Benedict has claimed no genuine connection to the McConnell Pack. In fact, he’s not sure his mother mated one. I’m the one that said it.” Her father snorted at that. “Ran which parent has the russet hair?” Ran blinked before he frowned at Howard, Ebony’s father. “My father. What has that got to do with anything?” “Benedict, your mother’s mate, what colour of hair did he have?” “Red.” “Your mother, and her name?” “Blonde. Mary. What has this got to do with anything?” “Ran, your mother’s hair colour and name?” “You have got to be kidding me. You don’t believe he’s, my half-brother.” “Ran?” “Fine, she’s blonde and her name is Mary. But you know that already.” “Benedict, what colour was your f