Chapter 31. One Night in the Wolves’ Den

Waking to the cacophony of raised voices and the sharp sting of tension hanging heavy in the air, I could barely orient myself amidst the muffled arguing that punctuated the strained silence. Disoriented, I slowly recognized the sounds—male voices bickering heatedly over my safety.

A sigh escaped my lips as I braced myself to face the storm awaiting me. If my brothers couldn't understand that I would sacrifice myself for anyone I loved, then that was their burden to bear, not mine. I felt no remorse; if the situation arose again, I wouldn't hesitate to do the same for any of them, knowing full well they would do the same for me, or for my babies.

"She needs rest. One night here will not hurt her," someone insisted gently.

"Really? You sure because years of being here sure as shit fucked her up," Adam's voice growled back, sharp and laden with barely restrained anger. As usual, his words cut deep, but I kept silent, wanting to get more information