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"Don't," he sighed. "I know that voice, sugar. That's your serious voice. Don't ruin the moment."

Indianna paused. "Greyson, I'm scared about tonight."

"I'm sick of hearing about him," Greyson muttered icily, but he kissed Indianna's forehead and ran his fingers through her hair affectionately . "Tonight is going to be fine. We'll get through it."

"Will we?"

"We better. Besides, tonight could give us the opportunity to learn more about Rogue and Stacey's relationship. We're going to need all the information we can if we're going to someone get her away from Rogue in the future"

Indianna stiffened. "To kill her."

"It's been agreed."

"Not by me."

"Indie, let's not argue about this-"

"If you think I'm going to ever not argue with you then you're delusional, Greyson Evans, especially when it's over killing somebody!"

"The majority voted," Greyson said. "It's happening whether you like it or not."

"The father of my children is not going to be a killer."

Greyson's muscles tensed and he sat up suddenly, looking down at Indianna with narrowed eyes. "Do not say something you're going to regret, sugar." His voice was calm but laced with warning. "You forget that many rogues have already died by my hand and I am not ashamed of that."

Indianna pushed herself into a sitting position. She met Greyson's eyes challengingly. "Stacey is not a Rogue. She is innocent-"

Greyson's eyes went wide and his face turned red. "Innocent!" He exclaimed. "God, Indie, just stop it! She's standing by his side blindly! She's not innocent! She's crazy!"

"You know very well what the mate bond does to somebody-"

"No. That is not an excuse!" Greyson snapped. "Look at Raiden. He chose to leave Brandon and they're mates. Raiden knew the truth and the mate bond didn't keep him with Brandon. He left him! Stacey is not innocent and I won't have you fucking defending her! I most certainly won't have you using our children to threaten me!"

"But, Greyson-"

"Indianna, I am protecting us. Our family. Our pack. I will do anything to get rid of Rogue. If you really think you're going to change my mind about this then you're the one who's delusional! He tortured me, Indie, he made you suffer the loss of a mate, he's committed so many atrocious acts! He deserves no mercy. I am going to kill his mate and then him. There's nothing you can do to stop it."

Greyson was angry. Indianna understood why. She knew his reasons and they made perfect sense, but the thought of killing Stacey made her want to be sick. She couldn't agree with it. She couldn't agree with Greyson. She cringed at the thought of Greyson murdering Stacey. She didn't know how she would view him once he had taken her life.

Indianna's stomach churned and she stood up from the bed, rubbing her stomach. "I need to go-"

"Sugar, don't run away!" Greyson groaned. "Why can't you understand-"

"I do understand, Greyson!" Indianna snapped. "I just need some space."

"She has to die so all of us can survive!"

Indianna cringed and headed for the door. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear your reasons for killing an 18 year old girl! I never want to be okay with killing someone."

"Do you thinking I'm jumping for fucking joy at the thought of killing her?" Greyson yelled as Indianna left the room. "Indie, come back here!"

*This clearly isn't something we are going to agree on, Greyson. I need some time to myself.* Indianna blocked Greyson out and continued down the hallway, sighing in relief when Greyson didn't follow. A door opened a few meters away and Harry walked out, raising his eyebrows at Indianna.

"You know he's right."

"That's really not helping right now, Harry," Indianna groaned as she neared him and noticed Brooklyn in the room, sitting on Harry's bed.

"Harry, leave," Brooklyn ordered, spotting Indianna and smiling brightly.

Harry blinked and slowly turned to her, eyes narrowed. "Excuse me, babe?"

"Leave so Indianna and I can be alone without annoying, demanding mates," Brooklyn said and waved her hand dismissively at Harry.

"I think she should go back and talk to Greyson," Harry said, his tone clipped, and he gave Brooklyn a look which she ignored.

"Just because we have heightened hearing doesn't mean we always need to use it," Indianna stated, giving Harry a look.

He shrugged, not looking ashamed. "The Alpha has to make tough decisions, Indie. He needs your support."

"My opinion doesn't seem to matter in this situation so he is definitely not getting my support."

"Do you not even understand where he's coming from?" Harry asked.

"I understand why he wants too, but it doesn't mean he should!"

"This isn't just on Greyson, Indie," Harry said. "We're a pack, we're in this together. It's everyone's burden to bare, not just Greyson's."

"So you do want Brooke to be equally responsible for killing an innocent girl?" Indianna asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "That girl is not innocent. And I don't think Brooklyn shares your opinion on this matter, Indie."

Indianna blinked and looked at Brooklyn who squirmed uncomfortably. "Please don't give me that look, Indie."

"You think we should let her be killed?"

Brooklyn swallowed. "Honestly, Indie..." She looked at Harry, her expression looking somewhat pained, and Harry's expression softened only in the way that it did when it came to Brooklyn. "I think of Stacey dying and I feel nothing. No guilt. No remorse. Nothing. Rogue has screwed me up so tremendously that I don't care about us killing the only thing that he cares about in life. If killing Stacey means we can finally take him down then I'm all for it. I need him gone from my life, Indie." Brooklyn's eyes glazed over. "He has absolutely destroyed me and guilt over Stacey isn't going to stop me from agreeing with the plan."

"Babe, you've cried enough today. Let's end this conversation here," Harry said sternly and turned to Indianna. "You're on your own with this, Indie. I'm sorry."

Indianna sighed but she nodded and looked at Brooklyn who hurriedly wiped tears off of her cheek. "Brooke, it's okay," Indianna said softly. "I understand."

Brooklyn hiccuped as more tears started to trickle down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Indie."

"No, don't be. I didn't want to make you upset-"

"I'm crying left, right, and centre and it's getting really boring now," Brooklyn whimpered and she reached out to Harry. "I don't know how I'm ever going to stop."

"Indie, you're now the one responsible for my mate crying." Harry looked very far from impressed. "Please fuck off."

"That's my mate and your Luna you're talking too!" Came Greyson's voice as he yelled down the corridor. "Watch your fucking tone, Harry!"

"You fuck off as well, Alpha!" Harry shouted and looked over his shoulder at Brooklyn.

"Please can everyone stop shouting," Brooklyn called meekly. "And Harry come to my freaking side or I'm going to burst into more damn tears!"

"Brooke, I'm-"

"It's not your fault, Indie," Brooklyn cut Indianna off. "Go and sort it out with Greyson, you need each other today."

"Now, if you don't mind?" Harry snapped.

Indianna wasn't offended by Harry, she knew him too well now to take anything he said to heart, especially when it came to Brooklyn. She nodded and turned around and saw Greyson leaning against his doorframe, watching her with raised eyebrows.

"Are you joining me or am I going to have to follow you around the house, sugar?"

"Your attitude is not helping," Indianna said and walked towards Greyson. "You were listening, weren't you?"

"It's not like I could ignore it. You were literally down the hall, I couldn't help but hear it."

"Wolves are so damn nosy," Indianna huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't eavesdrop on people."

"That's why you're the nice one in this relationship."

"That's not an excuse to be an ass."

Greyson smiled and held his arms out. "Truce?" He asked lowly. "We don't need this tonight."

"I'm not going to agree with killing Stacey."

Greyson sighed. "Oh, trust me, sugar, I know you're not."

"Then we still have a problem."

"Which we clearly aren't going to sort tonight because I'm not changing my mind just because you're going to be annoyed."

"It's a little more than annoyance, Greyson."

"Can we discuss this after the shitshow that is going to be tonight?"

"You're not going to change your mind, are you?"

"Of course not."

"And neither am I. So, what is there to discuss, Greyson? We're not going to agree."

Greyson rolled his eyes and let out a long breath. "Why is what I love most about you also one of the most infuriating things about you?"

Indianna raised her eyebrows. "And what's that?"

"That you fight me." Greyson reached forward and gently took Indianna's waist. "It drives me insane, but I love that you're one of the few people that stand up to me, sugar." He pulled Indianna up against him and brushed her hair from her face. "We need each other tonight. Can we put this behind us?"

Indianna pursed her lips and sighed. "I don't want to face my brother if I'm arguing with you."

"Then don't argue with me."

"This isn't over, Greyson," Indianna said sternly.

"It is for now," he said and Indianna scowled at him when he smirked.

"Do you want to leave this here or shall I continue to be pissed at you for the rest of Christmas?" Indianna snapped. She felt her temper rising again and she wasn't sure if it was genuine anger or a mix of anger and hormones that were going wild during pregnancy. "Because if you continue to be an ass then we most definitely won't be calling a truce."

"I'm stopping," Greyson said immediately, noticing the shift in her tone. "I'm sorry, sugar. We're good. No more arguing."

Indianna nodded her head sharply. "Good."

Greyson softened his tone and reached up to gently cup Indianna's cheek. "I know I do and say things that annoy you, sugar, but I don't mean to annoy you."

"Why do I find that hard to believe, Grey?"

Greyson couldn't help but smile. "I don't mean too, I really don't, but I can't change who I am. Can I?"

Indianna raised an eyebrow. "You could try a little harder."

"Technically, I've got months of getting on your nerves to catch up on so I have more of an excuse to be the way I am."

"Don't joke about that," Indianna said. "Don't joke about being away from me."

"Well, if that's I guess you'll have to put up with me being completely and utterly-"

"An ass?"

Greyson tutted. "Myself," he whispered and kissed Indianna, bringing her bottom lip between his teeth and sucking softly. "Can you manage that, sugar?"

"If I have to."