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heavy with concern.
    “No.” Petra shook her head, blinking to get rid of the new tears forming in her eyes. “No pain, just fear. I’m scared, Brodan. I feel so completely out of control. This balas  . . .” She turned her head away and cried softly for a second or two. “I’m already a terrible mother and the child hasn’t even been born yet.”
    “That’s bullshit.”
    The new, though familiar, voice made Petra turn. Behind Brodan, standing in the doorway wearing only jeans and matching severe expressions, were her brothers. Big, tough, blond lion shifters, Sasha and Valentin had always been her closest allies and her biggest supporters. They made her laugh and protected her. She was so grateful to them—and she couldn’t wait to see them as uncles to her child.
    “If this blood thing Brodan’s cooking up doesn’t work, we’ve got another plan,” Sasha told her, a slight sneer on his full mouth.
    “Damn right,” Valentin agreed with a punch of feline ferocity. “We love you too much to see this continue.”
    “This plan of yours is to be our last resort only, boys,” Wen said in her strongest maternal tone.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Val said.
    “I don’t want that piece of shit male here,” Brodan said tightly, watching the blood move through the tube toward Petra’s waiting vein.
    “None of us do,” Sasha said with true venom.
    Valentin growled. “But you know as well as we do that we’re going to have to take some drastic measures if this doesn’t work.”
    “What are you talking about?” Petra asked, her insides growing cold with confusion and worry as she gripped the edge of the mattress with her free hand. “What drastic measures?” She looked at each male in turn.
    Wen turned back to Petra and put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “Just a backup plan, my Pets.”
    Inside Petra, anxiety mixed with confusion and a lack of control for one seriously potent cocktail. “For what?” she demanded, looking from her brothers to her mother.
    “Shit,” Brodan said gravely. “For this.” His gaze met Petra’s. “Your vein just closed up. It won’t even allow the blood inside.”
    Celestine cursed, and Wen squeezed Petra’s shoulders.
    Brodan stripped off his gloves, then glanced over and nodded at Sasha and Val. “Do it.”
    “Do what?” Petra cried out, trying to sit up.
    But her mother held her down, whispering words of love, while her brothers released terrifying twin growls and rushed out of the room.
    •   •   •
    The party’s over.
    Or was it just beginning?
    Synjon took off his shirt and draped it over the black leather piano bench. He loved to fuck, needed the release to keep his muscles content, and though he didn’t allow anyone to touch him, undress him, or speak to him, he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfercame in ways, durations, and decibel levels they’d never known existed.
    “Are we going to your bedroom or what?”
    The female who had spoken out of turn, the female he’d chosen for tonight, stood near the glass doors that the Roman brothers had walked through only a few hours ago. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had one hip cocked in an I’m-the-bloody-shit kind of way. Her small, strong body was encased in a simple black minidress that paired well with her short blond hair, nose ring, and dark eyes. Blond hair and dark eyes. It had become his routine shag. For some reason, his body refused to take any female who sported the combination of dark hair and blue eyes.
    It was bloody irritating.
    He gestured for her to approach him. “Come, female.”
    She didn’t move. “A little premature, don’t you think?”
    His nostrils flared. Perhaps he’d chosen wrong with this one. Perhaps he needed to fill her mouth with something.
    “I want to see where you sleep,” she said, her tone close to defiant as she started walking toward him.
    “I don’t sleep. And