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Gods. Drake had always handled that task personally, not wanting to tempt the others into killing the bastards for all the destruction they’d caused before mommy and daddy sent them to bed and forbid any harm to come to them.
    “Another, hun?” a dark-haired waitress asked.
    He nodded. Another beer was just what he needed. His eyes tracked the female to the bar. She was built for pleasure. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her round ass swayed in the tight black shorts that barely covered her ass. Tanned skin peeked between her low shorts and the tight black tank that was her uniform. He knew she was putting extra hip action into her movements in order to entice him. It was wasted effort. He ran his fingers through his hair. Days ago he would have already arranged to fuck her, now he knew it wouldn’t be happening. His mind and his body both rebelled at the thought.
    He saw movement at the door and watched as Conn and Bastian walked in. Out of the nine male Guardians, they were his closest brothers. Uri would be there soon as well, and he hoped to hell that Uri had the answers he needed.
    The waitress was already there smiling at the males before they even sat down. “What can I get you two?”
    His brothers ordered while Dorian tried to get his shit together.
    He needed to get things under control, needed to find a way out of his current nightmare. He’d been jacking off constantly since Gregoire’s mating ceremony. Ever since he smelled that sweet intoxicating female and known just what she was to him. He’d hated her for it, once he’d gotten over the initial shock. It had only gotten worse when she’d been abducted and he’d actually touched her skin as he carried her from the enemy compound. He hated her hair, her pouty lips and those fuckable tits. He’d dreamt of nothing but those soft lips surrounding his cock while bright aqua eyes flashed with heat, her tits shaking as she sucked him hard.
    He looked around for a blonde instead, finding a few on the dance floor. He scanned the area for one that looked like her. None of them were right. Too tall… too plastic… none with the ability to fool his beast into allowing him to fuck them, to relieve some of the biting need preventing him from figuring out a way around what was happening.
    His brothers eyed him. They looked out of place in the beach bar. Bastian wore a black tee shirt and cargo pants, and Conn sported the usual flannel mostly covering a dark tee shirt beneath. Some of the wolf’s tattoos were visible from under the rolled-up sleeves. Conn’s eyebrow was pierced, and his amber eyes usually shone with dark mischief. Now they held curiosity, concern…
    “You gonna finally tell us what the hell is up with you?” Conn finally asked. When you’d spent centuries fighting and sometimes fucking beside someone, you tended to notice when shit wasn’t right.
    “Yeah.” He saw the light from the door opening and watched Uri walk in. The crowd parted as his brother moved forward, no one wanting to cross paths with the six-feet-eight-inch-tall, dark-haired male with pitch-black sunglasses. Uri’s eyes were sensitive just like all the Aletheias, becoming a Guardian hadn’t changed that.
    The tension rolling off his brothers was thick as they waited for Uri to give their waitress his order. He finally lounged into the other chair and cocked a brow. Dorian had called them all there when he knew it’d be a while before he could talk to Drake. He couldn’t keep avoiding the manor without them getting on his ass.
    “I need a way out of a mating.”
    They sat there for a minute; three sets of brows lifted.
    “What the hell are you talking about?” Uri asked.
    “I’m mated.” He clenched his jaw tight. “You know I won’t claim her. I can’t.” These were a few of his brothers that knew just how fucked up he was. He was the last one that should ever have been given a mate.
    “Who?” Conn’s narrowed eyes indicated he already had