If you like music while you read, try "Rainy Day" by Ice Nine Kills. It's what I was listening to while writing this chapter!
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~ ZEV ~
"Get away from me," Zev growled at his brother.
But Lhars only shook his head and sighed. "Zev, listen. You're here. Your mate is here. Your son, too. You're all safe now. We won't allow anyone to hurt you. I understand that it was awful—and we will address it. But… is there any chance, brother, that your aggression is… misplaced? Skhal said—"
"I don't give a flying fuck what Skhal said!" Zev snarled, his hands darting out right to his brother's chest, shoving Lhars back to gain space. Lhars took one stumbling step, but then caught himself.
His eyes still held that twinkle.
"Skhal isn't Alpha," Zev growled. "Skhal isn't me—and he wasn't imprisoned by them. His mate wasn't attacked while she held his child—don't talk to me about misplaced aggression, you fuck!"
