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imagined using his tongue to follow the path to see where it led.
    But he had seen where it led, and his cock became impossibly harder. Sloane was thick in girth and long in length, and the man wasn’t even hard! His body shuddered at the thought of the wolf taking him.
    “Just be yourself,” Pa said as he laid a large hand on D’s shoulder. “Show Sloane who the real D is, and I know he’ll love you even more than we do.”
    Was the guy nuts? If D showed Sloane the real him, the man would toss D out on his ass the first few days. He was a walking disaster. D never thought before he spoke and never thought about what he was doing until someone was yelling at him that he had done it wrong. There was no way he was allowing Sloane to see that side of him.
    He had to be everything opposite of what he was.
    “I will.” The lie tasted bitter on his tongue, but D knew that Pa would stand there all night and argue with him if he told him the truth.
    That he was a complete bumbling idiot most of the time.
    Hell, he had thrown everything away in the pantry, twice, when he watched a program that had talked about diabetes and high cholesterol. D had feared all the bears were going to either fall over into a sugar coma or have a heart attack from what was in there.
    It never dawned on him that the occupants of the house were shifters so the rules were different. It never occurred to him that shifters lived an unusually long time and that nature had built them differently from humans.
    And that was his problem. D never thought before he acted.
    “I’m heading back to bed. I don’t want you outside by yourself, D.”
    What was with everyone and thinking D couldn’t take care of himself? He had taken care of himself for one hundred and twenty years before the bears or Sloane came along. He may suck at it sometimes, but he had managed not to get himself killed…thus far.
    He began to head upstairs when the phone rang. It was five in the morning. Who would be calling this late…or early? Curious, D picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear. There was a moment of silence where no one said anything.
    “Sloane?”
    “I hear you called your brothers to take care of a problem.”
    D’s heart took a dive, barely beating as every muscle in him locked into place. “Father?”
    “You never could take care of your own problems, so I’ll handle this one for you. Rest assured, Dudley, the wolf will bother you no more.”
    “No!” But it was too late. His father had already hung up. D cradled the phone to his chest as he gripped the counter’s edge with his other hand. His knees felt weak, and his body shook as he thought about his father going anywhere near Sloane.
    Magnum Constantinople was highly respected in the vampire community. And he was a force to be reckoned with. The community had no idea just how coldhearted Magnum truly was. His father had very little time for D as he was growing up, and the few times he did pay D any attention it was to belittle him and tell him what he was doing wrong.
    Never once had D had any positive reinforcement from that man.
    His brothers were so busy trying to please Magnum that they had forgotten about D. He knew they cared, in their own way. But growing up in a household where the four men that D should have admired, should have looked up to, had taken any self-worth D had and flushed it down the damn toilet.
    Hanging the phone up quickly, D ran for the door. He had to warn Sloane! Alex had told him where the wolf had moved to. It was a bit far, but D would do anything, go anywhere to protect his wolf.
    God, he was living on the other side of the coin now. Instead of running from Sloane, D was running to him. He was so glad Pa had talked some sense into him. His teeth gnashed over the prejudice his father had instilled in him. If it wasn’t for that bastard, D would be happily mated now.
    He considered disseminating, but he didn’t want to end up in Siberia. D didn’t have time for