Hagen, Lynn - Oliver's Heart [Brac Pack 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

OLIVER’S HEART
    Brac Pack 6

    LYNN HAGEN
    Copyright © 2011

    Chapter One

    Oliver looked at Cecil like he’d lost his mind. The Alpha’s mate had a gleam in his eye. Anytime he got that look, everyone usually paid the piper.
    “What do you mean we’re sneaking out?” Oliver rolled his eyes at the devilish look on Cecil’s face.
    “Just what I said. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Cecil clapped his hands together then rubbed them, a wide grin breaking across his face.
    “I don’t want to piss Micah off. I’ll get another lecture.” Oliver shuddered. Getting a lecture from his intended mate was worse than visiting the dentist. Micah could go on and on for hours. Oliver had learned to tune him out, but he still didn’t want to have to sit through it.
    “Come on. Live a little.” The Alpha’s mate tried the pouting technique. Oliver had seen the big, bad Alpha crumble under that look. Well, he wasn’t Maverick.
    “What about enemies and kidnappings? I have heard about the dangers.” Oliver paced the library, pulling at the rod that pierced his bottom lip, remembering the psycho wolf that had chased them down to kidnap the Alpha and Commander’s mate’s two months ago. He still shivered thinking about how he had killed the wolf only to be told later that the psycho lived and was now in the custody of the Eastern pack. Oliver didn’t want to ever go through something like that again. He may have defended the mates with bravado, but inside he had been scared shitless.
    “I’m not that reckless. Two of the Sentries will be with us.” Oliver grinned. Cecil was begging like a kid trying to convince his mom to stay up past bed time. He did spend more time on lockdown in his room now than when he actually was at home and grounded. Oliver rubbed his temples. He could hear Micah lecturing him already.
    “Where are we going anyway?” Oliver felt a shiver crawl up his spine as Cecil laughed devilishly.
    “A tattoo parlor. I thought it would be a great gift to our mates to get their names inked on our chests.” Cecil flipped his wrist over as if it was no big deal. “They’ll love us for it. Promise.”
    “Tattoo? What about Drew? He does have that little problem with needles, you know.” Oliver had felt terrible for the guy mated to the Sentry Remi. Drew was an ex-addict, needle user. Scars of track marks littered his arm, which he tried his best to keep hidden with long-sleeved shirts.
    Oliver had lashed out at Drew, taunting him about his addiction, when he first arrived at the estate. He had lashed out at everyone. But now he was concerned with Drew being around needles. What if it triggered something? He wasn’t being responsible for that. The guy had been clean for awhile now, and Remi would kill them if Drew relapsed.
    “All five of us will be there. He’ll be closely watched. The Sentries won’t let anything happen.” Cecil pleaded with his eyes.
    Oliver blew out a breath. He wanted to make things right with the mates. He had come here with a huge chip on his shoulder, insulting everyone. He still had a great deal of issues to work out. Being molested by his father would make anyone a head case, and he wanted to forget, wanted to put it all behind him. The mates and Micah helped a lot in his healing process though he still had a long way to go.
    “Fine, but if I get a lecture from this, well, I’ll think of something diabolical.” Oliver couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. A tattoo? Maybe this would make Micah see he was serious about their mating. He had been eighteen for one month now, and still Micah hadn’t claimed him. He was starting to feel dejected.
    Micah treated him kindly, just not in a horny way. Shit was getting frustrating jacking off when the manwolfyou wanted lay in the adjoining room. He lay there at night, praying Micah would come to him professing his love and ask Oliver to accept him as his mate. Nada so far.
    Maybe the Goth look turned Micah off? Oliver did have a lot