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“You have brothers?”

“Unfortunately. They found me and now won’t leave me the fuck alone,” he growls.

“You missed us,” one brother says.

“You almost cried when we found you,” the other says.

Logan grunts, but I don’t miss the hope in his eyes. I should know. A similar look has been in mine since I met Elijah.

“I would give out hugs, but I don’t know you. Plus, now my mate will get all my hugs,” Elijah announces, and I blink, shocked.

“I understand,” the dark blond brother says, nodding seriously.

“I’m a little sad I can’t hug the little cheetah,” the other brother says, tipping his head to look at me around Elijah, wiggling his finger my way.

“Fuck off,” Elijah snaps.

“Lucas,” Logan warns. “Don’t piss off Elijah.”

“Alright, geez, just joking,” Lucas says, holding up his hands.

“Lucas, we finally found our brother. Don’t disrespect his friend.”

“I get it, Las,” he grins. “I’ll be good.”

“Can we at least ask her name?” Lucas asks.

Elijah motions to me, and I move close. His arm bands around my waist. “This is Saylor,” he states proudly.

“Nice to meet you,” Logan says.

The other two nod.

“I hear you have guests at Ryker’s,” Logan says.

“I do.” Elijah glances at me. “It’s up to Saylor if she wants to share.”

I appreciate him getting permission, but what do a few lions matter at this point? “I’ve been stalked by a cheetah pack. The Alpha wants to force the bond.” The three lions suck a sharp breath. “Two of his lackeys are here. Elijah didn’t like the fact they got so close.”

“Jesus, what a dick move. Is the Alpha here?” Lucus asks, stepping closer.

“Not yet, but he will be.” My hand gravitates to Elijah, slipping my two fingers into his back pocket. “When his calls to them go unanswered, he will grow suspicious. They are extremely loyal to Grant.”

“We want to offer our help,” Logan says.

“I will take it happily,” Elijah accepts, smiling.

“Hey,” I protest.

“They won’t get hurt,” he defends. “They’re lions. Kings of the jungle. No Alpha cheetah will take them down.”

“Again,” Logan interrupts, “not the king of the jungle. We will help, though.”

“Don’t worry about us, babe,” Lucas says, ignoring the growl vibrating Elijah’s chest at the endearment. “We can take care of ourselves.”

“Anything we can do,” Las agrees.

“As much as I hate to admit it,” Logan starts, frowning at his brothers, “it’s not a complete disaster they are here. They are good fighters.”