A Feisty Bride For the Twin Lycans
“All of you. Teresa, out. Donovan, Brandon, guard the hall. No one comes in until I say so.”
Teresa opened her mouth to argue.
Stone’s gaze flicked to her with a dangerous look in his eyes and she was already out the door. Donovan and Brandon exchanged glances, then pulled the broken door mostly shut behind them.
Stone released my hand but didn’t step back.
He looked between the twins, then back at me.
“Someone,” he said mildly, “is going to explain why my ten-billion-dollar Omega is wearing one of your shirts, covered in hickeys, and standing between you two like a referee at a cage match.”