Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 87

Knox’s steps faltered and he looked down at me. “No?”

“I can’t keep letting people fight my battles when it comes to her. Jaz will only back off if I show her she can’t mess with me.”

“Senna. Jaz is a trained fighter. She’s scrappy because she’s had to be. She could seriously hurt you.”

My hands fisted at my sides, my fingernails biting into my palms. “Then teach me to fight.”

“You’ve only just shifted for the first time. None of us even thought that would be possible so soon. You’re still learning so much about what it means to be a shifter, one with a powerful gift on top of it. I don’t want to throw too much at you at once.”

“I can handle it. I’m not weak.” I’d been through hell and back, and Knox needed to trust that I wasn’t going to break.

“I don’t think you’re weak-”

“Then you shouldn’t have any problem with me learning how to fight.”

“Fight, huh?” Anson asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “I can teach you”

I grinned up at him. “After breakfast.”

His smile faltered. “You’re still recovering-”

I pinched his side. “I’m fine.”

“She’s not at full strength,” Knox warned.

I scowled at him. “I might not be at one hundred percent, but that doesn’t mean I need to lie in bed all day.”

River strode across the room, a frown on his face. “How about we all compromise? Anson starts her training, but they take it easy.”

I opened my mouth to argue and then promptly shut it. We were going to need boatloads of compromises if this bond was going to work. “That sounds good to me.”

Anson dropped a kiss to the top of my head. “Me too.”

“Fine,” Knox gritted out. “But you need to eat a big breakfast.”

I gave him a mock–salute. “Sir, yes sir.”

River choked on a laugh.

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Chapter 87

Knox simply shook his head. “We need to get going before my dad reams me out for being late.”

A flicker of guilt lit inside me. I had no idea what Knox had been through with his father these past few days. I started heading towards the dining area, Anson in tow.

Mason beckoned us towards his table. “Sit. We need to talk,”

A pit formed in my stomach and not just at his words. It was the scowl on the face of the broody bastard next to him. Vaughn glared in my direction. Great. More warm and fuzzy encounters ahead.

Caspian sent me his best reassuring smile from his place next to his brother. “There’s French toast and it’s awesome.”

I rolled my shoulders back. Vaughn didn’t get to know that his scowl had any effect on me. “French toast sounds great.”

Caspian slid a Diet Coke across the table to me as I sat. “Thought you might need this.”

I popped the tab and immediately took a long pull. I sighed. “Ah, the nectar of the gods.”

Anson chuckled as he lowered himself into the chair next to me. “You’re too damn cute.”

Knox took the chair on my other side, and River the one next to him. Anson loaded my plate and his with an array of breakfast foods, but I couldn’t help studying Vaughn out of the corner of my eye. His hold on his fork looked as if he were about to break the piece of silverware in two.

Once everyone had their food, Mason cleared his throat. “How are you feeling, Senna?”

“Good. So much better.” It was true. After a night next to three of the guys, I felt like a new person. But I couldn’t ignore the slight tug in my chest. It was as if my heart was physically pulling itself towards Vaughn. Traitorous heart. I could only hope he was feeling it ten times worse and would break first.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Mason took a sip of his coffee and then set down the mug. “I need to let you know that while you were unconscious, I had to report your existence to the shifter council. There are strict rules when it comes to newly changed

wolves-”

“The shifter council?” I asked, cutting him off.

Knox nodded. “They’re the governing body of our people. Dad has a seat on the council, but he still has to abide by its rules.”

“Why do they want to know about new wolves?”

“They don’t, usually,” Anson muttered.

Mason shot him a quelling look. “We keep strict records of our kind, but Anson’s right. They don’t usually care about your average, newly changed wolf.”

River sent me a sympathetic glance. “They do care when it’s discovered someone is particularly powerful.”

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