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architectural styles that made this small town quaint and even more unique.
He pushed past the swinging doors before opening one of the glass double doors and heading
straight to the bar. Since it was a weekday the place was deserted and the stage where the local bands
played was as empty as the wooden dance floor.
Most of the tables had chairs stacked on top of them waiting to be taken down for Friday evening.
That s when this place made most of its money. During the week, it was the odd patron here and there,
but mostly it was cleaning and stocking and getting ready for the weekend.
He spotted Mojo behind the bar cleaning glassware. The man stood at six feet eight inches. His
head was shaved bald and he sported a well-trimmed beard that made him look as though he had a
perpetual five o clock shadow. They may have been the same height, but the man outweighed him by
nearly fifty pounds and all of it was muscle. He was huge and intimidating, especially with the
number of piercings and the visible tats exposed by his short-sleeved, V-necked T- shirt.
But he knew Mojo had a soft spot for those less fortunate. He had hired him on the spot without a
background check when he found out he had two baby boys to support. He knew that he slipped
money into the tip jar for the waitstaff when they weren t looking and he would volunteer down at the
school for field days and class activities. He was one of the best men Caleb had ever had the
privilege to meet.
Caleb slid onto the worn leather and wooden barstool, putting the plastic bag on the bar.
 Where in the hell have you been? I was worried about you and those boys. You re never here
during the day, so it must be important.
Mojo liked Caleb. The man was honest and dependable. The way he put the cubs of his first had
won him a lot of admiration in his eyes. Not a lot of men could have done what Caleb had.
 I came to give notice since I mated, but now I don t know if that is working out.
Caleb reached behind the bar and picked up a bottle. He popped the cap and took a long drink.
Mojo watched him closely. Though Caleb and been working there for six months, this was the first
time he had seen him drink alcohol.
 Congratulations on your mating. Who is the lucky woman? Mojo asked, taking a drink of his own
beer.
 Kate Edwards, Caleb said.
Mojo sprayed out the beer he had been drinking.
 What the hell? Isn t she mated to the Arkadian Wolf pack Alpha Bran McGregor? Mojo asked.
He could see why his friend was drinking now.
 Yes, evidently we are a ménage mating. Caleb stared up at the ceiling.
 How is that working out for ya? Mojo asked.
 It s actually easier than I thought it would be. I was scared that I would feel like a third wheel
since they had been mated for so long, but it s not like that. They have both made me feel like I
belong. Caleb scraped the beer label with his thumb.
 So why are you here instead of with your mates? Mojo asked.
 Because I spoke before thinking. I fucked up big time and I don t think I can fix this.
 Well, how about you tell me what you did and I can tell you how to fix it. Fixing problems is a
gift of mine. Mojo winked.
Caleb smiled. It was that glass-is-half-full philosophy that drew Caleb to Mojo. He felt like the
man could do anything, including giving an unknown wolf shifter with two leopard cubs a job.
 Kate went to pick up one of the boys and referred to herself as their mama and I said she wasn t
their mother, Caleb admitted quietly.
 Dude, you re fucked, Mojo said, shaking his head.
 Whatever happened to the man who could fix anything? Caleb asked, shocked.
 Let me get this straight. This beautiful, sweet woman opened up her heart, home, and bed to a
complete stranger based solely on the fact that he was her predestined mate. She put your needs and
the needs of two boys not birthed from her womb, who are not even of the same species as either
herself or her mates, above her own. She had to face the fact that some unknown woman, who you
admitted you weren t even in love with, gave you something so precious, sacred, and intimate in the
form of two perfect sons and was okay with it? Then you turned around and say something that
basically negated every feeling she had and, for all intents and purposes, led her to believe that she
wasn t good enough to be your children s mother.
 Yep, you are most definitely fucked, Mojo said.
Caleb slammed his forehead down on to the wooden bar, groaning. Mojo hid a smile and rubbed
his stubbled chin with a rough hand. Sometimes a man had to be broken down to be rebuilt.
 You are absolutely right. I fucked up big time. If I were her, I would never forgive me. I don t
deserve it, Caleb said, his voice muffled by the bar.
Mojo looked up when another man walked into the bar from the doorway where he had been
standing and listening. He nodded as Bran took the seat next to Caleb. Caleb looked over, surprised.
 I realized I had the car halfway home and that meant you wouldn t have a ride. Mojo is right
though. You really hurt Kate. But you are also hurting, Bran said and took the beer that Mojo offered.
Mojo went to the sink to finish cleaning the glassware, giving them the illusion of privacy.
 I haven t been part of a pack in so long it s almost like I have forgotten how to be around people.
Renee was the only one who stayed around and personally, I think she just liked being contrary,
Caleb said.
Caleb liked being more dominant in the bedroom, but Bran was still their Alpha and he found
himself depending more and more on the man s inner strength.
 Why did you leave your birth pack? Bran asked.
 I didn t agree with the way my dad ran things. My mom always agreed with him, even if she felt
otherwise, probably to avoid arguments. It was his way or get out. He was very close-minded and
power hungry. Unlike the Arkadian pack, packs outside of Arkadia are constantly flexing pack muscle
for even two more feet of pack territory. By the time I graduated, I had had enough. I took an academic
scholarship to the School of Art at Australian National University and never looked back. I met Renee
when I was doing sketches in Nepal. The rest you know. Caleb took a drink.
 You never went back? Bran asked.
 No. I probably never will. That man was hard and cruel. I never want him around the boys.
Caleb shook his head.
 My father was very similar to yours. My mother died when I was young, so all I had was him.
When I turned thirteen and hit my growth spurt, it became evident I would be Alpha one day. My wolf
was twice the size of my friends wolves. That was when my father started to change toward me and
the pack. He became more defensive and aggressive. When I was sixteen, Riley approached me and
told me that my father had beaten and attempted to rape his sister. Bran stared down at the bottle.
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