Savage Hunt

Chapter 48

Chapter Forty-Eight: Sex Cult?

Chapter Forty-Eight: Sex Cult?

“Til, no. I mean, I wanted you to find someone who could love you. It, it’s a lot to be with a shifter and I didn’t want that stress to be put on you. Besides, with Jake, it wasn’t like I could just say ‘hey, Scott thinks you should break up with Jake because he’s a wolf shifter and we know you’re not his mate because he hasn’t marked you yet.’ That wouldn’t have gone over very well.” She let out a long sigh. “And I know you. It would have made you want him more.”

“Mom” i grumbled, grabbing a pair of pants and pulling them on. I let the blanket fall to the floor as I stood straight. “I thought that we were honest with each other because we were all we had. I feel like everything has been a lie.”

“Baby, it isn’t. It’s not like that.” Mom looked up at me and her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “We thought, I thought I was doing what was best for you. It has always been us, but I couldn’t have put this on you, Tillie. Would you have welcomed Scott into your life if you had known?”

Shaking my head, I turned towards the door, feeling my own eyes water.

“I guess we’ll never know if I would have or not. We should get back downstairs. I have a feeling that we need to be there to keep all hell from breaking loose.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Scott hurting your mates, Til.” Mom said, standing up from my bed and coming closer to me.

“I wasn’t worried about that.” I was more worried about my mates hurting my stepdad. Then again he’d had fangs and claws and Jason had called him the bear. So maybe my worries were for nothing.

“Then what are you worried about?” Mom asked, resting her hand on my arm. I pulled away from her touch but I could smell the soft scent of her sandalwood perfume. It made me feel more relaxed and at ease but I didn’t want to feel that way right now. I wanted a better reason why they had been lying to me my entire life.

“Mom… Jason, Ryan, and Travis, they’re not my only mates.” I whispered, resting my hand on the cool metal of the doorknob.

“What?” she gasped, her hand tightening around my arm. Are you sure? What if their pack is some weird sex cult and you’re being lied to and sucked into some kind of, some kind of sex trafficking thing?” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Mom.” I looked over at her, shaking my head. “Did Scott try that with you? Is that why you didn’t want to tell me the truth because it was a sex cult?”

“What? No. You know I met him when the pipe busted in the basement of your grandmother’s house when we were staying there.”

“So you say, how am I supposed to believe you now, mom?” I asked, pulling the door open and walking into the hallway. “What if you guys staged that so that I could meet him as a human and not as your bear shifter mate?”

“Matilda Marie, why would I lie to you about that?” She asked, crossing her arms over her full chest. Her lips pressed together in a thin line and I could tell that she was getting pissed off at me.

I got my temper from my mom and I could see hers rising, just like mine was. Her cheeks flushed and she sucked in a breath, getting ready to say something else.

“They ae not part of some sex cult. You are mated to Scott, you know what it feels like… There is no faking that feeling and I felt it with each of them, including Gideon.” I said, before she could get a second

wind to say anything else to me. I wasn’t going to let her scold me and I wasn’t going to let her talk about my mates like that.

“Gideon?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, ummm. He’s part of the pack that apparently lives in the woods.”

“Branson’s pack?” Mom asked and I felt my anger rising. She had known about the wolves in the woods and she had let me go out there without warning me. “But he and Scott have a truce. They don’t come near his side of the woods and he doesn’t mess with them.”

“They do now. Or at least Gideon did.” I said, heading towards the stairs. I didn’t look over at my mom. I was still so upset with her and I knew that if I did look at her, it was only going to make me more upset.

When we got downstairs, the living room was empty and I could hear Jason’s voice coming from the dining room. The doors were always kept closed and I had forgotten that it was there. Just off the side of the kitchen on the other side of the house. It was the only formal space in the lake house and one that we rarely used because the table was far too big for just the three of us.

Scott, Mom, and I usually ate at the small wooden table in the kitchen. It was more of a small family sitting area, but the dining room had always just been a room that we avoided. It was the one room in the house that Scott hadn’t wanted to change. The thick wooden doors were drawn shut but they did little to muffle my mate’s angry voice in the open space of the cabin.

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