My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"I don't think there is anything standard about our pack." I laugh more to myself, but they all smile at me.

"I mean, you guys do realize that we are next in line for the Royal pack until Mina, Xander and Oscar have their pup right?"

Cam stops and looks at me, eyebrows raised. "What about Mateo and Jena? He's older than you, wouldn't that make them the next in line?" He continues walking us through the packhouse and out the front door.

"I think the rank he and Jena chose puts them second. If Jena had chosen to reestablish her pack as the Alpha, then yes, we would be equally in line for the throne, but they are here as our Betas. It doesn't make the thought any less weird."

I try to wiggle out of Cam's arms, but he's not having it. "Can I walk please? I feel like I need to keep moving after being incapacitated for so long."

to knock, but Oliver just reaches for the handle and opens it. I guess that makes sense, since he technically grew up in this house. I don't know if the guys spent more time at the packhouse or at their own houses when they were younger. It was probably an equal mix leaning heavily on them spending more time at the

Ava wrapped in Brett's arms, his lips on her forehead. They are clearly having a moment and we are interrupting. I stop short, causing Cam to step

jumps away from Brett, but he doesn't let her get

talk to us about?" He gestures

asks, and I can't read

takes a deep breath, but doesn't try to deny anything

I assume, when you finished

I can't get over the changes in you three, or the fact that I can't tell you apart. I have never had to try so hard to figure

natural voices and