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asked.
    “We didn’t mate,” Luke said. He knew he sounded sullen. He wasn’t a full-blooded werewolf. The physics of mating didn’t apply to him.
    His father cuffed him upside the head. “What were you thinking?”
    “He was thinking with his penis,” Granny said. “It’s a human male thing. I guess he got more of my genes than we figured.”
    “He’s only a quarter human,” Gramps said.
    “He’s still got a penis,” Granny retorted. “You guys don’t understand the human male obsession with sex. It skipped a generation with Marcus and came out full-blown with Luke. He takes after my brother. The one who played the drums.”
    Gramps and Luke’s father scowled. Tokarz glowered until his mate reminded him he was likely terrifying the young girl trembling at his side.
    Then Tokarz sniffed her. “She’s pregnant,” he confirmed.
    He turned his eerie yellow gaze to Luke, who braced himself. He was tired of being everyone’s whipping boy. So what if Tokarz was the pack alpha? This was Luke’s life. His future.
    “You didn’t know she was fertile? You couldn’t smell it on her?”
    “My mind was on other things.” Luke lifted his chin.
    “You know, I’ve put up with your hobby even though I didn’t understand it. I’m grateful for your computer skills, but you take your obsession too far. When it was the girls in the bars we played in, I looked the other way. No more.”
    Scat. This was getting out of hand. Why couldn’t Abigail have contacted him with her news? Why involve her sketchy stepfather and Tokarz?
    Extortion. Tokarz was a country music star. Abigail and Gary planned to get money out of him to keep Luke’s indiscretion quiet.
    Luke turned to glare at Abigail, but winced instead. The livid bruising on her face told a different story. One that was going to end with Gary’s prolonged and painful death. Now.
    Except Restin must have developed mind reading capabilities in the past ten minutes. He stood in front of the door before Luke could complete his turn toward it. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”
    He should have expected retribution, but when someone—several someones from the feel of it—tackled him, it hurt. Bad. Not only his pride, but physically. Not only his status in front of his . . . Abigail. All he was trying to do was defend her honor, defend her, and his pack mates were cutting him down at every move. More proof that Abigail wasn’t his mate. The pack would recognize his need to protect her if she was his mate. So clearly he hadn’t mated her. Hadn’t marked her. Even omega had the right to defend and protect a mate.
    “You do not speak to your alpha or your beta in that tone of voice,” his father growled against his ear. “You can’t help your woman if you’re a dead wolf.”
    Luke stopped struggling. “Look at her. Look at what he did to her.” Blood spattered out of his mouth. He’d cut the inside of his cheek. Ancient Ones, he hated the taste of his own blood.
    “I see. We all see. And we’ll take care of it. But have you forgotten your place in the pack? Are you looking for the rest of your generations to be omega?”
    There was no answer to that question. The grandson of the man who’d made them all the least of the least spoke wisely.
    “She carries my grandchild,” Marcus continued. “Do you think I’m going to let anyone get away with hurting your mate? But we have procedures for a reason.”
    “She’s not my mate,” Luke muttered.
    “News flash. Now, are you going to behave or do we keep you pinned to the floor like a whelp not yet housebroken?”
    Luke jerked his head once. One by one, the werewolf football team wannabes removed their bodies from his. His father extended his hand and helped Luke to his feet.
    Tokarz stood nearby, towering over nearly everyone. Abigail looked terrified.
    “I think,” Tokarz said, “we’ve established that you mated with this woman. You will not dishonor her by refusing to accept her.”
    Luke opened his mouth