His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,21

tired.

“My old pack will come eventually, and when th—”

“They will come and be met with a battle they weren’t prepared for,” Dezi said as he walked into the kitchen.

“It will be their funeral,” Kenny growled.

Dezi made his way over to Kash, pulling his mate into his arms and kissing him. Kenny gripped Morgan’s chin and tilted his head up so that they stared into each other’s eyes.

“I will never let them have you.”

The words settled something deep within Morgan’s soul. He knew he couldn’t hold Kenny to that, but god he wanted to believe them, and just maybe a part of him did. His wolf howled for their mate, the very one Morgan had yet to give the okay to mate bond with. Fear was a terrible foe that clutched at him at all times. What if they mated and Morgan’s old pack finally killed him? Then he would be dooming Kenny to the same fate. He would never forgive himself for being the cause of his mate’s death.

Kenny leaned forward, and Morgan met him halfway. He couldn’t help but glance around before kissing Kenny.

“You can trust me on that.”

Trust.

Morgan sat there astounded. He’d been telling Kenny he trusted him this whole time, and yet here he was doing the opposite. Tears burned the back of his eyes; he’d been subconsciously doubting his mate. Morgan stood and wrapped his arms around Kenny’s waist and buried his face against Kenny’s broad chest.

“Piglet.”

Morgan snorted in laughter. The nickname was both embarrassing and cute especially because of how Kenny had come up with it. Morgan snored and it wasn’t a light cute one but Kenny didn’t seem to mind. It was how the nickname was created, it made Morgan feel special and loved. Morgan squeezed Kenny tighter.

“I’ve been so stupid.” His words were muffled by the shirt, but still Kenny ran his rough fingers through Morgan’s hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re far from stupid,” Kenny remarked.

Morgan simply nodded as he collected himself. He pulled back, and Kenny wiped the corner of his eyes. There was concern in his beautiful grey eyes, but he said nothing. Morgan pushed up on his tippy toes, and Kenny met him the rest of the way. The kiss was too short and nothing more than a brush of their lips, but it still made Morgan’s heart flutter and his stomach turn in knots.

“I’m here now, where’s the party,” Clyde said, striding into the kitchen. “Never mind. This party seems a little… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

Kenny rolled his eyes.

“It’s not a party.”

Clyde shrugged. “Everywhere I go there’s a party.”

“That’s because you go out to parties,” Kenny pointed out.

Clyde seemed unfazed by Kenny’s words as he took one of the kitchen chairs and turned it so he straddled the chair, resting his arms on the back of it.

“All I know is that I deserve a party by how many cases I’ve taken on by myself.”

“You better not be taking pro bono cases, and in fact what kind of cases are we taking anyways?” Kenny asked.

Dezi laughed. “We appreciate you, Clyde. I know it’s hard with just you and Cole in the office as of late, but things have just been getting a little hectic around here.”

Morgan looked up at Kenny. “I’m keeping you from work?”

Kenny smiled down at him.

“You can’t keep Kenny from work even if you wanted to. That man is a workaholic and organizing junkie,” Clyde remarked.

Morgan growled deep from his chest. He didn’t take kindly to his mate being made fun of. Kenny placed a kiss on his forehead.

Clyde put his hands up. “Hey, I didn’t mean it that way. I respect Kenny a whole lot, and without him we would probably lose money.”

Morgan gave Clyde a tight nod, recognizing his apology.

Kenny sat down and pulled Morgan onto his lap. Morgan fought with his blush, but there was no turning it off. His cheeks burned, but there was no way in hell he was going to get off Kenny’s lap.

“I work from home lately. I mostly review the accounts and payments. I used to oversee the jobs we took, but being home does make it a little hard to catch what these bleeding hearts take on for free.”

“I resent that. I feel as if you’re especially talking about me,” Rhy said, walking into the kitchen with Samantha swaddled in his arms.

“Oh man, Rhy you took on the freest jobs out of all of us,” Clyde pointed out.

“At least one every other