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“This is a goddamn clusterfuck,” King mumbled. “As if we don’t have enough shit going on.” He turned his glare on me.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled.

“I should have fucking listened to Steele. I didn’t know what the fuck I was asking for when I demanded my own club.” He rubbed his hands over his face. His frustration was felt by all of us.

“Were in this together, Prez.” King looked over at Blade. He rarely called King Prez now that they knew they were related. But Blade for the most part was good at reading the room. The tension in King’s shoulders relaxed a smidge.

“I don’t know what the fucking call is here,” he admitted. “I know what the damn rules are, and if I call Reaper and Montana, I bring a ton of shit down on our club. If I don’t and they find out, I bring a ton of shit down on our club.”

He stood from his chair and paced. “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”

“We protect our people first and foremost. Mimic and Kytten belong to us,” Colt said.

“Mimic belongs to us,” Blade said. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Kytten belongs to the Nyght Nymphs.”

“Fuck you! She belongs to me.”

“Does she know that?” Gunner asked.

“More than Haizley did when you claimed her,” I snarked.

“Are you claiming her, brother?” King asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Kytten

My brother held my hand as we left church. When we walked out to the main room, I was reminded it was our birthday.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

“I’m sorry I ruined your party.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Best birthday present ever,” he declared as he hugged me again. He kept me close, as if he was afraid I might slip away.

I felt the same about him. He held my hand in his, and I held his wrist with the other. I wasn’t letting him go.

“Kytten, are you ok?” Ellie asked. Ryder stood behind her, watching me.

I looked at Thorne and smiled. A real genuine smile that made me feel joy. But it didn’t last. The monsters stirred, and I scratched at my leg. “I’m ok.”

“I’m sorry to cut the party short, but I need to steal these two away,” Dr. Jefferson said. I squeezed Thorne’s hand, and he squeezed back.

“Momma comes too,” he said, and I looked at Sam.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I can wait here and we can talk later.”

“No.” He shook his head and reached for her hand. I frowned. I didn’t like him calling someone else mom. She wasn’t his mom.

You have Val.

But I didn’t call her mom. I called her Val. She may have acted as a mom, but she wasn’t my mom. She was Amber’s mom.

I scratched a little harder. Looking over my shoulder at the church doors, I winced. I needed Cash. He kept the monsters quiet. Right now, they were trying to wake up and I didn’t want to hear them.

“Melissa, if you need me let me know,” Haizley said. We didn’t need her. She was Cash’s shrink. I didn’t want her in my head and telling Cash what she found. He couldn’t know about the monsters. He wouldn’t want me if he knew how broken I was.

How will you keep it from him?