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Chapter 32

Lobo didn't quite know what to make of their current situation. He was completely enamored with the Alpha laying in his bed, an Alpha whom was accepting to be hand-fed by someone else.

Part of Lobo wanted to fight against his own instincts that were running haywire. He hadn't been aware for long and was still getting used to actually living.

So to have his system flushed with pheromones and instincts screaming at him, was putting Lobo on edge. Some of his instincts were easier to accept than others.

Keep the family safe. Make sure that nobody with ill intentions got close, especially not to those who were weaker, like Sean or Noah.

This pack might be better than others but Lobo wasn't as foolish as to think that nobody in this pack might have ulterior motives. While he wouldn't deny his family the chance at friendship and normality, Lobo had taken it as his duty to keep them safe.

Which was why he had been present in the background, even without the others knowing. From the moment he had been aware, Lobo had been watching and observing everyone closely.

Not this closely though.

Lobo eyed the flush that spread over Brandon's cheeks when their eyes locked once more. His Lycan huffing with interest and amusement as the usually calm and collected Alpha now seemed shy.

Shy enough to avoid Lobo's gaze, even though the man was still offering him bites of food. The formerly tense mood in the room as Lobo had stressed and waited for Brandon to wake up was now being replaced with a calm, soothing air.

His lycan finally relaxing, making Lobo realize that he was about to shift back without even noticing. Which would leave him naked in front of Brandon...

"I need a moment." Lobo stated, snatching some of his clothes before abruptly heading for the bathroom. He hadn't been able to relax after coming back from the introduction.

Beast on alert and wary, opting to stay out to give everyone a visual warning the second they were to walk in the room.

Back off or face the consequences.

What was this emotion? Possessiveness? Neediness? Lobo didn't quite understand. But each time Brandon had looked at him, something had stirred in his gut. When Brandon had laid in his bed, impaired and feverish, there had been a simmering rage within Lobo's gut; a frustration aimed at himself for not knowing better, at the pack Alpha for not explaining everything before Lobo had even suggested marking Brandon.

Whatever the emotion was, it made his mouth salivate as he remembered vividly the moment he marked Brandon. The young Alpha's skin underneath his tongue, feeling him shiver underneath his body...

"Is this how Brandon felt when bathing Sean?" Lobo thought to himself. He had been present then too. Had stayed quiet and never intervened except to encourage Sean when the Omega had been doubting about giving into his instincts.

Nearly paralyzed by fear at what the young Alpha would think seeing their scars. About the reaction of Brandon, an Alpha they all valued very much. And most of all, remembering all the encounters with the Corrupted where Sean had needed someone to fulfill his needs, only to get punished for even considering it.

Lobo had reacted instinctively, nudging the Omega mentally to let him know he'd be there to intervene if Brandon ever lost control. That Sean wasn't alone, would never be alone.

Surprisingly, even with a near naked Omega in a tub, washing said Omega... Brandon had always been in perfect control. Seeing how warm and kind he had been to Sean had lured Lobo closer to the surface, drawing the lycan in.