Alle Kapitel von The Nanny and the Four Alphas: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

OliviaBy seven-thirty, I had learned something important about dating four brothers at the same time.They were terrible at acting casual.Logan had ordered enough food to feed twelve people. Ethan had brought wine, then spent five minutes asking whether I even liked wine because apparently he’d realized buying it without asking wasn’t very boyfriend-like. Thomas had put music on and somehow managed to make the family room feel less like the place where we’d recently discussed my murderous grandmother. Jeremy had arrived carrying three different desserts because he “didn’t know what kind of girlfriend food I liked.”Now the five of us were sprawled around the family room with empty takeout containers on the coffee table, and for the first time in what felt like forever, nobody was bleeding.I curled my legs beneath me on the couch.“I have a question.”Four men looked at me.Jeremy swallowed his brownie. “That felt ominous.”“It isn’t.”“That somehow makes it worse.”I ignored him. “

JeremyI had officially kissed Olivia.That should’ve been the most important part of my night.Instead, I was walking naked through the woods beside my three equally naked brothers while our mate marched several feet ahead of us and refused to turn around.Life had gotten weird.“You can walk behind us,” I offered.“No.”“You’re going to trip.”“I’ll risk it.”“Liv—”“Jeremy, I have seen enough Hawthorn family assets for one evening.”Thomas laughed.I grinned. “Assets. Interesting choice of word.”She stopped walking.All three of my brothers looked at me.Helios sighed inside my head.Jeremy stupid.Whose side are you on?Mate.Traitor.Olivia turned around but kept her eyes firmly above our shoulders.“Can I ask one question?”“Anything.”“Why didn’t any of you think to leave clothes by the creek?”Silence.Ethan finally answered. “We usually don’t need them.”She blinked.“You normally walk around the woods naked?”“We’re werewolves,” Logan said.“That doesn’t answer my question.

OliviaMy father was crying.Not drunk crying.I knew drunk crying. I knew the slurred apologies, the rambling promises that tomorrow would be different, the way he’d sometimes start talking about Mom and end up angry at the entire world because she wasn’t in it anymore.This was different.He sounded terrified.“Dad, slow down. What happened?”Jeremy moved closer until our shoulders touched, but he didn’t interrupt.“I didn’t know where else to call,” Dad said. “He just showed up, Liv. He knew things. Things about your mother.”My stomach tightened.“Adrian?”“Yes.”“When?”“Last night.”“Last night?” My voice rose. “Why are you just calling me now?”Silence.I closed my eyes.“Dad. Have you been drinking?”“No.”That answer came quickly.Clearly.I looked at Jeremy.He’d heard it too.“When was your last drink?”Another silence.“Yesterday morning.”I almost didn’t believe him.Then Dad whispered, “I was afraid if I drank, I wouldn’t remember what he said.”Something inside me crack

OliviaI woke up warm.Too warm.There was an arm around my waist, another across my legs, somebody’s hand loosely wrapped around mine, and something heavy pressed against my back.For several sleepy seconds, I couldn’t remember why.Then Jeremy snored.My eyes opened.Oh, right.Four boyfriends.One bed.What the hell was my life?I carefully turned my head. Logan was asleep beside me, his face softer without the constant future-Alpha seriousness. Ethan was behind me, and judging by the arm around my waist, he was responsible for most of the furnace situation. Thomas had somehow migrated from the foot of the bed and was sleeping diagonally with one hand resting near my ankle.Jeremy had taken over everything else.One leg was hanging off the mattress. His head was where Thomas’s feet had originally been, and his arm was thrown across my shins.I smiled.This should’ve felt strange.It did feel strange.But it also felt ridiculously nice.Ethan shifted behind me.His arm tightened.Ma

ThomasThere were three of us sitting in the living room, pretending we weren’t waiting for Logan and Olivia to come home.It was pathetic.I’d been reading the same page of my book for twenty minutes. Ethan was cleaning a knife that had been spotless when he’d started, and Jeremy had eaten enough potato chips to qualify as a medical emergency.“They’ve been gone four hours,” Jeremy announced.Ethan didn’t look up. “Congratulations. You can tell time.”“Four hours and seventeen minutes.”“Even more impressive.”Jeremy threw a chip at him.I turned a page.I hadn’t read the previous one, but appearances mattered.Titan stirred inside my head.Mate happy.I smiled before I could stop myself.That was the strange thing about our bond. I couldn’t hear everything Olivia was thinking, and I certainly didn’t want to intrude on her private moments with Logan. But emotions sometimes slipped through, especially when they were strong.Right now, she was happy.And apparently very interested in k