RIGGS POV
Rufus didn’t like being this far from our unmarked mates.
I could feel him pacing at the edge of my mind, claws clicking against the inside of my skull, his growl low and constant. It was like having a thunderstorm bottled under my ribs.
‘They’re too far,’ he rumbled.
“They’re just down the damn hallway,” I muttered back, keeping my face straight enough that the four men in front of me wouldn’t notice my discomfort. “They’re fine.”
‘They’re ours,’ he growled again.
“Yeah, I know,” I snapped internally. “But they’re also the deltas of the Alphas currently grilling our ass, so how about you shut it for five minutes?”
Didn’t help. Rufus huffed, irritated, his presence heavy in my head.
Sandra was due in less than two weeks, Colette maybe five. That was the whole reason we we
