Back and Better by NighttShadee novel Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six “Rogues pt. 2”

Amira POV Erebus’s eyes shine with tears, and I smile slightly.

I know I’ve been leaving him out, and I know it must be difficult. But he has done nothing but prove he loves me and will be here for me.

“Are… are you serious?” he asks in a wobbly voice. I nod, feeling slightly vulnerable as well. I’m setting out my trust before him.

“Everyone deserves a second chance. But I’m warning you not to f**k it up, because if you do, two Alpha’s are going to tear you to shreds.”

Erebus responds by lifting me up by my waist and spinning me around, making me squeal slightly. He then takes me by the hand and leads me out of the nursery, closing the door behind him.

“You won’t regret this, Amira. I swear on the goddess.” That statement makes me freeze. Swearing on the goddess is a very serious oath. “You’re welcome,” I whisper, smiling. He captures my lips in a gentle kiss. A kiss that portrays both love and possessiveness.

I pull away and turn around to the sound of crumpling paper, only to witness Christian, standing at the end of the hall, crumpling a 50$ bill and throwing it at Damon, who’s wearing a very smug smile.

My mouth drops. “What the f**k is this?” I question, working hard to keep my amusement at Christians pissed off face at bay.

“I bet Christian that it would take less than 24hours from your first scene for you to make up with Erebus. Christian gave it at least a month.”

I scowl. “You placed bets on me?” Both of them nod. “Assholes!” I snap, looking at Erebus, who’s trying to suppress a smile. “No! You can’t be on their side!” I exclaim, playfully glaring at him. “I’m not taking sides,” he claims, but his smile grows. A smile of its own creeps into my head as an idea forms. “Okay. Fine. Now, none of you get to touch my p***y until I say so.”

This idea doesn’t end up going over with my mates, because fifteen minutes later I’m tied to a chair in the living room, naked, with a vibrator pressed against my clit. The vibrator hasn’t been turned on yet, but even the way it’s pressed against me is stimulating.

My struggles did just about nothing to hinder my mates. They can read me too well. They know when enough is enough, and they are happy to take me right to my limit.

Christian is sitting on a sofa opposite to me, next to Erebus, both of them drinking bourbon.

My clothes are in shreds on the ground, so I dive for Damon’s button up shirt that’s resting pretty close to me. I yank it on, shove everyone out of the way, and run. I run to the nursery

Throwing open the door, I’m greeted with a sight that makes my heart drop. No Meda.

So I scream. I let out a scream that shakes the foundation of this house. A scream to let whoever took Meda know that they just started a fight they won’t finish.

And then I run again. This time to the entrance. I can smell rogues all on the perimeter of the house, but I follow Meda’s scent.

A guard attempts to stop me in my path, so I throw him against the wall hard enough to make him pass out. Nothing keeps me from what I care about. And Meda, along with my mates, is my everything. I burst through the front door of the house, shoving aside Damon, who attempts to step in my way.

I look around at my predicament, and see that there’s an invisible line separating the rogues and the pack members -guards/ other house staff. Where are our f*****g warriors when we need them?

At the forefront of the dozens of rogues stands a devastatingly attractive man. A man, holding my baby sister in his well built arms. “Hello, Amira.”