Mated to the Alpha and His Beta

Chapter 23
Lanie
“Did you just say the Great Wars?”
Braden stared back at me, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I did. I helped fight in them.”
What the hell? The Great Wars had been over twenty years ago, before I was even born. There was no
way this guy was old enough to have fought in them. He looked thirty, tops.
And if he wasn’t a wolf shifter, he didn’t have the same extended lifetime we did, living up to a few hundred years.
*I can see the wheels turning.” He grinned. “You’re wondering how the hell I could have fought in them.
when I don’t look old enough barely be out of diapers when they happened.”
“Something along those lines,” I responded.
“I’m sixty-two.”
My eyes widened, and I stuttered, “But…but how?”
He threw his head back and laughed, then put his hands on his hips in an almost preening way as he
grinned at me.
“I take it you’ve never heard of the masas dima before.”
“The masa what?”
*Masas dima. We prefer the Arabic name we were created with, not the stereotypical, sensationalized ‘vampire’ that pop culture uses.”
exist.

I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped to the ground.
There was no such thing as vampires. None. They were a myth, a legend.
The only supernatural beings that we had proof of were other types of shifters. Everything else? Didn’t
I said the only thing I could think of.
“You’re f u cking with me right now.” I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of shifter are you? You’re not wolf,
and I don’t recognize your scent. But I’ve only been around bear and lion shifters.”
Braden’s laugh had a group of birds in a nearby tree flying away as fast as their little wings could take
them into the sky. He composed himself after a minute, shook his head, and took in the expression on my
face.
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“Wait, you’re not joking, are you?” He furrowed his brow. “You seriously don’t know about the existence of other paranormal beings other than shifters?”
Something in the confused look on his face told me that he was telling the truth. Had he been a wolf, I’d have been able to scent a lie out, but his scent never changed.
Rather than admit to my ignorance, I stayed silent.
Which was probably an admission in itself, but whatever.
“I think this is a conversation for when you have more clothes on and aren’t quite so…emotional.”
“Excuse me?” I didn’t know whether to be angry at him for pulling a typical man move and calling me emotional, or curious as to how he could tell what my mood was before I shifted.
“I know, I know. It’s cliche for me to call you emotional.” He held his hands out, palms up, in a gesture that I think was meant to placate me. “I mean no disrespect. I can sense emotions, and when I came upon you, I could sense very strong emotions from you.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just sensing my anger and irritation at someone sneaking up on me while I was relaxing?” I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest, co cking my hip.
The as shole threw his head back and laughed at me.
F ucking. Laughed.
“Oh come on. We both know I didn’t sneak up on you. There’s no way you didn’t smell me before you saw me, and I was making no attempt to quiet my footsteps on the leaves.” He plastered a c ocky grin on his face. “It’s okay to admit you’re upset about something. Boy trouble, love?”
Braden
The look on her face was priceless.
And knowing that I’d put it there and set her off-kilter was the icing on the proverbial cake
She was glorious.
Full of attitude and defiance and curiosity.
And, da mn, she was beautiful.
I’d never seen hair like hers. It was the color of cin namon, full and thick and wild, and hung down to her
waist. I wanted to wrap myself in it and nothing else as I pumped in and out of her, nipping at her neck.