Freedom from the stigma of ignorance. Freedom from the life he’d been born into. Freedom from the vicious males raising him.
After the death of his fathers, Tyler thinks perhaps he’s finally found it, only to realize there’s no one to care for his four younger brothers.
Dmitri and Barron know Tyler is their mate, but the idea of taking in a family of five is daunting, to say the least. Add in the fact they’re the McCreary wild brats, and both of their heads are spinning. Yet they won’t abandon their mate or the cubs who need them.
Tyler doesn’t want to admit he needs their help. His pride gets in the way and gets them all in a dangerous situation. Can Dmitri and Barron help Tyler and the boys see their way back and become the family they all deserve?
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Tyler rose and walked closer. “You’re discussing Carron, aren’t you?”
Dmitri tightened his jaw. This was one conversation he was in no mood to have. He met Tyler’s stare and shook his head. “I said it was nothing.”
“He met with my fathers… talked about being on the run. You’re hunting him. Aren’t you?” Tyler asked, pinning Dmitri with a stare.
“He said it was nothing,” Barron bellowed from his spot near the fire. “Let it be, Tyler.”
“No, I can help,” Tyler said. “It’ll repay you for the help you gave us. I won’t have that debt hanging over our heads.”
“Debt?” Dmitri asked, frowning. “You don’t owe us for helping you.”
“Like I’ve said before… the cubs are my responsibility, not yours.”
Dmitri rose and stalked the four or five steps it took before he was inches in front of Tyler. He took a steadying breath, trying to hold back the swath of anger rushing through his veins. “Stop playing the martyr. Yes, you’ve had four cubs dropped into your lap, and yes, it’ll be difficult. We’re here, willing to help you… if you can only admit you need and want our help.”
“We don’t need handouts.”
Dmitri grabbed Tyler by the arms. “I’m not offering a handout.”
Tyler stared at him. “No. You’re not. The two of you plan to demand payment in flesh, don’t you?”
Dmitri set his jaw, knowing this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation. He crossed his arms over his shoulders, trying to rein in the emotions swirling within. “We’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Tyler’s silver stare swirled with emotion. “Then I need to help you… because I don’t want to… be what you think I am… to the two of you.”
Dmitri moved closer. “What I think? More like what you know. You and I both felt how you reacted to me.”
Tyler backed away the second the words were out of Dmitri’s mouth. “I don’t know anything.”
“Then keep your nose out of our business,” Dmitri drawled, turning his back on Tyler.
He listened as the young male huffed and stalked back to his brothers. Dmitri sighed before scrubbing his face with one hand. His gaze landed on the cubs as he reopened his eyes. They had their hands full. The boys needed food, shelter… hell even clothes on their backs. They’d left their human clothing in the shack after they’d shifted, so all they had were the woolen blankets around their bodies.
Gideon and Abel came out with two trays laden with bowls of stew. The boys scarfed up what was in their bowls and some even asked for seconds. Gideon and Abel were gracious enough to refill their bowls without question.
Dmitri watched the motley mix of shifters before him and wondered what the hell they’d gotten themselves into.
“What are you going to do with these boys?” Abel asked on his way to take a few empty bowls to the kitchen.
“I have absolutely no idea,” Dmitri said. He scratched his head and craned his neck, his mind empty.