Mated to the Alpha and His Beta

Chapter 231
Lanie
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When Zane and Xander got back, I could tell that Zane felt…not better, since this whole thing was still mess, but he didn’t feel as anxious. He and Xander came through the front door with their arms slung each other’s shoulders, smelling like fresh air and sweat and pine needles.
I loved them both so much.
A twist of guilt tried to tighten inside me when I saw Mason watching the other men joking around at the kitchen sink, and me watching them. It was going to take a while for all of us to settle in to something that worked. I gave him an extra kiss to make sure he knew how much I loved him, too.
“Love you, too,” he murmured into my ear and squeezed my hips.
“I’m starving.” Xander declared, yanking open the fridge. “Looks like we’re out of steak. I’m going to grill
some chicken.”
Just like that, he was grilling while the other two “helped” with their advice and they all drank beer. Gabriela had appeared briefly just to say she hadn’t been able to figure out a solution yet. Since the babies were all still peaceful in their bassinets, she left me to finish up the rest of the meal prep.
“Lanie.
At the sound of Zane’s voice, I turned. At the look on his face, I went to him at once. He kissed me softly, tipping my face to his.

“I know you hate this,” he said.
Iran my
hands up his chest to his shoulders. “I hate the idea of you having to be with her like that. But | don’t hate the fact you were willing to do whatever it took to protect us.”
He nodded and pulled me into a hug. We danced in the quiet kitchen for a few seconds, spinning slowly in
a circle while the sound of jeering shouts rose from the yard. He chuckled gently into my ear and ran his hand. up and down my back.
“What are they doing out there?”
“Comparing d ick sizes,” Zane said with a snort. When I pulled away, startled, he shook his head. “Figuratively. They each have specific ideas about what temp to put the grill at, and how often to flip the
chicken. Stuff like that.”
“Ah. Manly man stuff.” I put on a fake-impressed face, and we both laughed.
“Anything from Gabriela?” Zane kissed my forehead and went to the fridge to pull out a beer.
I went back to prepping the salad, my knife slicing sharply through the tomatoes I was putting in the bowl. “Nothing.”
“She’ll figure something out. She always does.” He leaned against the counter to watch me with a glow in 1/2
My eyebrows went up. “In the kitchen, huh? And look. I’m not even wearing shoes. What do you know.”
He laughed ruefully and shook his head. “You’re good at making a home, Lanie. If we were back at the mansion, there’d be staff to take care of this stuff. You’d be busy with Luna duties, sure, but you wouldn’t have to be chopping lettuce.”
“Or cleaning toilets,” I said. Living with three men in a cottage with only one bathroom was proving to be more of a challenge than I really wanted to face.
“What I mean is, we’d all be living together, but it would be very different. It almost makes me wish we could just stay here forever. You, me, Xander, the babies. Mason too, I guess. Our family, here together.” He tipped his bottle to his lips and drank.
I watched his throat work as I added some sliced cucumbers to the bowl and dried my hands on a to “You don’t want Xander to be Alpha of the pack?”
“Of course I do. Even if I didn’t, it’s what he is. But this is nice.”
“For now,” I said softly.