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“I couldn’t care less about blood,” Darius growled, his anger towards Dad obvious.

It wasn’t just me who’d been surprised by Darius’ tone. Dad’s eyes widened comically as Darius continued to glare at him.

“I almost lost my fated mate because he protected someone else. Likehellwould I care about having to replace a carpet.”

“Still,” Dad tried, smiling even though he looked uncomfortable.

“Your son is doing fine by the way. Nice of you to ask,” Darius continued.

It hurt that I hadn’t even been surprised that my dad’s first thought was to ask why I was wet and then think Darius thought I was a nuisance just because I’d almost died.

“I know he’s fine!” Dad snapped, clearly done being talked down to. “Jeremy told me so.”

“Yeah, Jeremy, who texted and called me to hear how Milo was doing, something you couldn’t even be bothered to do. Milo is also feeling guilty about how things between him and Jeremy are at the moment, but even with their relationship being strained, he still took Fillian’s attack, knowing he could’ve died doing it. But you would’ve known all of that had you asked, hell, even Silas asked about him.”

“Silas,” Dad scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re even allowing them to remain friends after they fucked around behind your back.”

The sound of Darius’ hand slapping Dad’s cheek reverberated through the living room. My breathing stilled, like taking in air would somehow make this moment escalate further.

Dad’s shocked expression quickly turned into anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Darius?!”

“I’m defending my fated!” he growled. “You think you can let yourself into our home and act like you care about him? We all know you just came to berate your son. Congrats, you did that. You can leave now. And don’t you dare just let yourself in again. You’re not welcome here enough for that.”

Three loud knocks on the front door had Darius leaving the couch, his glare remaining locked on Dad as he just sat there on the couch, very muchnotleaving.

“Hey,” Nic greeted. “Milo awake?”

“Yeah, come on in,” Darius said. “Paul was just leaving.”

The glare Dad shot Darius’ way made me glad I couldn’t speak with them. It was also confusing having someone defend me. Ireally liked it. When Silas had done it, I’d been grateful, yes, but I hadn’t been fucking horny, too. Right now, I wanted to shift and jump Darius right there on the bloody carpet.

What was wrong with me? My dad was right there!AndNic.

Dad left without another word, his glare causing Nic to raise a questioning brow to Darius.

The front door slammed shut, alerting us Dad had finally left.

Darius shrugged in answer to Nic’s question. “Some people need to learn to keep their mouths shut.”

Damn, how I wanted to jump him. I decided to move to his side instead, licking his hand, just because I could.

The smile Darius sent me had me itching to lick him in other places, too.

“So,” Nic clapped his hands. “Let’s take a look at those stitches, shall we?”

Chapter Fourteen

Darius

My body was still vibrating with anger at Paul. How I’d never noticed Paul’s lack of concern for Milo was truly a question I would likely lay awake at night thinking about over and over again. I’d noticed it more and more since Milo kissed me for the first time and would continue to watch out for it now.

The way he’d seemed worried right after the fight had been genuine, but then why hadn’t he asked me himself how Milo was doing? The only reason Jeremy hadn’t been here himself to check on Milo, was because Cass was healing too, having gotten a nasty concussion from having Milo’s wolf body slam him on the ground, and then Fillian’s weight to top it off.

Paul had been hiding his true thoughts on Milo from me all of these years and the more I thought it over, the more questions came to mind. Was the reason he’d asked me not to tell Milo that he was mine truly because of Milo’s age? Or was it like Milo suspected, that he didn’t want Jeremy to suffer from the knowledge. It seemed Paul did whatever he could to protect Jeremy, but why not Milo? What could Milo possibly have done to cause Paul to treat him so poorly? The answer was nothing. I knew in my heart Milo had donenothing.

“It looks fine,” Nic informed Milo as he continued to look over his now freed scars, the stitches having been removed fully. “I think a nice run in your wolf form would do you good. If you still feel fine after that, you can shift.”

“Really?” I asked, hope growing inside of me. I could soon see Milo’s face again. I would soon be able to kiss him.Holdhim.