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    I''m still stuck in the sideways position Ben left me. The demand that I make it back simply for meals so he can check in on me is simple enough, but he made the threat erotic and I am half tempted to bete just to see what he will do to me.


    “Let''s go, you love-struck idiot." I blink and look around as Dev lifts me up by an


    arm.


    "You know the next problem we are going to have is how many kids will be fighting for the Alpha title." Jaxughs as he links my other arm. "I''m going to bet six."


    "Unless they have any multiples, then we are probably looking at eight to ten." Dev supplies and my brain finally reengages. Copyright ? 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions


    I pull my arms free and reach for the door that leads down to the cells. “What are the two of you babbling about?"


    "Now that you seem to be over your aversion to your hot as f*ck mate, it sounds like the two of you are making up for lost time, that''s all. We have been specting how many rugrats we can expect in the near future." Jax jumps back as I swat at him.


    “Honestly, it hasn''t been a topic of conversation. We need to figure out what the hell is going on and why Red Fang and ck w are targets for witches and rogues." “Based on yesterday, Drake is good at talking in circles. You need to y this smart. Jeff is a raving lunatic at this point, but he still may unwillingly give information." Dev pushes open the door at the base of the stairwell. The air in this hallway is stale with a tang of blood and something else unpleasant.


    "It''s possible they are both being difficult to be difficult, they could


    also be wasting time. From what we have seen, all the magic used against us gets stronger with time. They know they are going to die. Maybe the witch herself has threatened to kill them when they have outlived their usefulness. If we get nothing out of them today! will let Ben and Jason and even Jullette if she wants in on the action, take them both out. I don''t want them in the packhouse any longer."


    They both nod and we go through the door that leads to Jeff and Drake''s cells. I''m d there are soz many barriers between them and


    the packhouse. The smell is


    absolutely horrid. The pungent body oder and excrement mixed with thes unmistakable rot that denotes a rogue makes me want to torch the whole room and skip questions. It might be worth it.


    "Are your dainty sensibilities affected by our circumstances, little she-wolf?" Drake starts in immediately. It''s not even the worst insult I have heard, but it''s enough to lock in my focus.


    "Considering you both smell like literal sh*t, anyone would be affected. Why is your witch attacking my pack? Why did my parent have to die? What do you all want with Ma?"


    "What, no forey?" He smiles at me with yellow teeth. I''m sure at one time he was a handsome guy, but living like a rogue for years has not been kind to him. “I thought we could get to know each other a little better, you know, being neightbors and all."


    "What the hell does he mean by neighbors?" Jax asks.


    "No idea, but something to look into. He could be ying with us.”


    "From what I understand you haven''t been a part of a neighboring pack for a while. And you clearly aren''t an ally, based on where you are sitting. What does your witch want with my pack?"


    Drake is leaning against the far wall, silver cuffs around his ankles and wrists. A silver cor around his neck to keep him from shifting. He''s staring at the floor, and He''s quiet for so long I think he isn''t going to answer me. Then he lifts his eyes, only his eyes assume it''s to make imlook more menacing think he looks like a teenager throwing a tantrum. “Eliza wants what she was promised, she-wolf."


    I''m going to ignore the ''she-wolf''ments for now. It''s not the most insulting thing I


    have been called, and let''s be honest, I don''t give a sh*t if he uses my title as long


    as he gives me information. "And what was she promised, rogue?"