All Chapters of Top for My Four Mates: He’s Ours!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Damon Now this was totally unacceptable. How on earth were there bounty hunters running wild in our city at this time? It did not feel right and this put me in a solemn mood as we headed back home.The moment we were locked upstairs, I had myself nearly hysterical with questions. I mean, Garrett had to fix the damned device those bastards left and then, we would determine just how deadly it was. However, I felt within me, so much hate and anger at the fact they had taken one of us away.This was bad. Those bounty hunters were merely humans themselves with heightened gadgets who felt the world was their oyster. But not to me. I was going to be their biggest nightmare. All my life, I detested every tale about them and sought for an opportunity to put a permanent end to them all.Everyone waited and then, finally, we got the bad news. The device could actually spot werewolves and this meant the pack would not be safe for long. All they needed to do was begin to scan areas and see where

Jace Everyone was acting strange. I could not understand why it was being so weird around me.I had decided to stay back when Jacob had come and asked me to join them to see Peter play. Even though I wanted to go, I reminded myself that I was here to work and I should not be seen slacking off my duties.I also recalled how Peter detested me and he probably would not want me at his games. If he happens to lose, he might just blame me for showing up there. Hence, I vehemently declined the offer to show up.I followed them downstairs and just as they were beginning to leave, Garrett pulled up beside me and waved me over. I went to him nervously. I would say of all the brothers, he had me in a knotted stomach point more than the rest."Sir?" I muttered as I approached him."Are you really sure you want to stay back?" He asked me."Yes, Sir. I have a lot of things to do." I responded politely."You know you could come with me, I'll speak to Harold or better yet, I'll assist you when I ret

JaceGarrett was really something. His last question still had me amused as I recalled him asking if I was wet.I mean, what grown man without a disease did? But then I was glad he wanted me to lay with him on the bed. I actually was really scared about doing so earlier as I did not want to provoke him. He had asked me to treat myself as one of the occupants and I could decide what I wanted with my bedroom and who I wanted inside but I most certainly could not find the courage to ask him out of the room.Eventually, I climbed the bed and moved to the other edge even though all I desired was to go there where he laid and have him hold me.I was ashamed of myself. How could I be thinking of such things when I knew deep within my heart that it was really wrong to do so. What was actually wrong with me? Was this how damaged I had become that I would think that a straight man would want to hold me?But a part of me questioned him as well. Why would he keep showing up shirtless in my room