Legacy by Mazzy J March

Author:Mazzy J March [March, Mazzy J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781683614296
Publisher: Decadent Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The ride home with Brandon was silent. We were flanked by the other guys in their respective vehicles, and Escher drove my car, insisting it was for my protection. That made me want to growl at him, like he did all the time. If I hadn’t been so emotionally exhausted, I’d have argued, insisted on driving myself, but I felt the loss of my parents all over again, on another level, a grown-up level, and I didn’t have the strength to fight anyone about anything.

“It’s going to be okay.” Brandon put his hand between us, but I tucked mine under my thighs, since the desire to touch him almost overwhelmed me. And I was supposed to be mad.

We got back to the pack lands and walked as a group in the opposite direction of the alpha’s house.

“I thought we were going to talk,” I said, pointing to the alpha’s house, the only place we had been together, all together, other than my house.

“We are. Moss’ house. It’s more private.”

The promise of privacy with these four men made shivers spindle down my spine. I had to get hold of those feelings asap.

“Okay.”

Moss’ home was so…Moss for lack of a better word. Bookshelves lined two walls of the living room, and a small TV occupied the corner like it was an afterthought. Cream-colored sofas made the log cabin walls pop, and a luxurious-looking rug covered the floor in front of the enormous fireplace. The whole thing was an open concept. His kitchen was pristine, and I could see myself cooking feast after feast on his six-burner stove.

I recognized his chuckle behind me. “I was planning to have a mate who could cook. Gut instinct.”

“I hope she can. That would be such a waste.”

He breathed hard, and the warmth touched the back of my neck. “Let’s get this going. I can’t take it anymore. Please, sit, Wendi.”

I sat on the oversized chair beside the fireplace so I wouldn’t be tempted to touch what wasn’t mine.

No more of that.

Brandon perched on the edge of the bigger sofa, while the others took seats. Cash was beside Brandon, and Escher sat on the arm of the smaller sofa next to Moss. They all nodded at Brandon. Poor man, first to see me, first to deliver the bad news.

“Wendi, we promised you the truth, but you have to promise us one thing in return, and we know we have no right to ask you for anything, but we are. Do you promise to stay through our entire explanation before deciding to walk away or stay or whatever you intend to do?”

I looked at their faces one by one. “Sure. I will stay through the entire thing.” It was the least I could do before leaving forever.

Why did the thought wrench my insides so hard?

“Good.” Brandon inhaled an extended breath. “You think the reason we protect you and do other things for you is because you are part of this healer prophecy?”

I nodded and begged, pleaded, and commanded my tears not to start.

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