Alpha Consumed (The Dixon Brothers Book 2) by Olivia Turner (best books to read ever .TXT) 📕

I tell her. “He’s the oldest brother. Cameron is the youngest, and the middle child, Easton.”

She looks so happy as she meets each one of them. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’ve ever been this filled with gratitude.

“We thought the bikers caught up with you,” Jacob says, looking relieved. “And here you were shacked up with your mate.”

“A phone call would have been nice,” Easton says with a frown. “I searched all over town for you!”

It didn’t even cross my mind to call. I was way too absorbed with Bailey to even think about anything else.

“Sorry about that guys,” I say with a guilty grin. “Meeting your mate is pretty all-consuming.”

“We’ll make it up to you,” Bailey says with a smile. “How about we cook you all a nice dinner and we get to know each other properly?”

“I like her already,” Cameron says with a smile. “She’s going to fit in just fine.”

I couldn’t agree more.

Our dinner ends up a little burnt because I get distracted by the sexy way Bailey looks in an apron and we had to take a break. We would have stayed in my room for the rest of the night if the fire alarm hadn’t gone off.

“This is great,” Easton says as he struggles to chew the burnt pot roast. “I love meat extra-super-insanely well done.”

“Sorry about that.” Bailey’s cheeks are red as she looks guiltily at her plate.

“Don’t be sorry,” Mary says with a knowing grin. “It’s easy to be distracted when you first find your mate. I couldn’t even get through brushing my teeth without Cameron interrupting me.”

I was always so happy for Cameron but I was also jealous that he found his mate and I hadn’t found mine. I know that Easton and Jacob are feeling that now, so I change the subject.

I tell them about the Lone Wolf Mercenaries showing up at the hotel and how Bailey’s brother helped us out.

“Your brother is a firecunt?” Cameron asks with a look of shock on his face.

“A firefighter, yes,” Bailey answers. I love how she’s not timid or scared of him. She stares him down with defiance in her eyes.

“He’s actually kind of cool,” I tell them. “I think we’re going to have to try and make amends with those guys.”

Jacob lifts up his fork, letting the burnt meat fall back to his plate. “And I think you’re going to have to butter us up with more than just a burnt pot roast if you’re going to ask for something impossible like that.”

“You want us to be friends with the firecunts?” Cameron asks, staring in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“You don’t have to be friends,” I tell them. “But Enzo is my family now. So no more fighting.”

We all look around the table at each other. They look unsure.

“I think no fighting is a great idea,” Mary says. “Let’s take a vote. Who says you all should make amends?”

Mary, Bailey, and I put our hand in the air.

“And who says we should put those firecunts in their place?” Cameron asks.

Cameron, Easton, and Jacob put their hands in the air.

“Well, Moose,” I say. “You’re the tiebreaker.”

He pops out from under the table and spits out a big piece of burnt pot roast. He looks like he’s enjoying it as much as everyone else.

“Hey! Who’s feeding Moose?” I ask with a laugh.

Everyone denies it. “Fine. I’ll order some pizza.”

I get up and grab the phone as everyone cheers.

My eye is still on Bailey—it’s always on Bailey—as she gets to know everyone. She’s already fitting right in.

I’m confident that everything is going to work out. Our beef with the firefighters, my relationship with Enzo—it’s all going to be fine.

I have my mate and together, we can do anything.

Mark her, my bear snarls as it rings on the other side of the line. Do it.

I just have one more thing to take care of first…

Chapter Eight

Roman

“Your family is so great,” Bailey says as she walks out of my ensuite bathroom with a big smile on her face. “I had so much fun.”

I try to smile along with her, but it’s hard.

My bear is acting like a feral beast inside me, thrashing around and making me pay for making him wait so long.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as she rushes over and sits beside me on the bed. She runs her gentle hand through my hair as she watches me with worry.

I must look like a wreck with my body all flexed and my jaw clenched shut. I’m sweating as my skin is pulled taut over my muscles.

My prick of a bear is trying to force his way out to do the marking himself. I wonder if he knows that he’s going to traumatize this poor girl if he bites her neck. Either that or he’ll kill her.

Enough! I scream at him.

He roars back.

“Are you okay?” she asks again. “Should I get some help?”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I shake my head. Her delicious scent is filling my lungs, making it even worse.

“I’m fine,” I lie. Even she knows I’m lying. She can tell by the hoarse, almost monstrous, sound of my voice that things are anything but okay.

“I’m here with you,” she says as she starts rubbing my tight back. “I’m not leaving.”

She should leave. This is the first time she’s seeing the real me. The monster that my bear can make us.

The fact that she hasn’t left makes this even harder. It makes me fall in love with her even more. I hate that she’s seeing me like this. It kills me.

“Is it your bear?” she asks softly.

I nod. As crazed as he is, the soothing sound of her voice and the comforting feel of her touch makes him ease back a little. He’s as obsessed with her as I am.

“What does he want?” she whispers. “To mark me?”

My eyes dart over to her. “You know about that?”

“My brother is a shifter,” she says with