and come rushing to her side.
He didn't know if he could control his cat long enough to keep from killing anyone who tried to take her from him. It was a bad idea for him to be there, and yet, letting Lyss walk into the complex alone was a worse idea. What if the Sons lost control of their cats and tried to take her against her will? He had to be there to defend her.
Connor seemed to have the same thought, because he had closed in on Alyssa's other side. Though he didn't touch her, thank God, he was lending her his protection. And for that Colt was grateful.
At the end of the concrete tunnel they came to the set of double doors that led inside. On the other side of the doors he could sense his brothers. Were they waiting to attack, or just curious. He'd phoned Chase and told him what they planned to do. Reluctantly, their leader had agreed to allow Alyssa entry into their headquarters.
Connor opened the door, and Colt braced himself. He could feel his eyes turning and his teeth lengthening. Alyssa sensed his change and moved in closer to his side.
In front of them stood nine Scorpio Sons, Chase and Caleb amongst them. Nine versions of himself, all primed and ready for action. What were his chances of taking them all down if they moved on her as one? Zero to none. But he'd die trying.
At the sight of Alyssa the males all growled. Was it wonder they were feeling? Surely not. Colt took his eyes off them long enough to see what they saw.
Alyssa's glorious metallic-green eyes glowed softly in the dim light. When his cat had come out, so it seemed, had hers.
"Hot damn, it's true. They're out there. Our fucking women are out there!" Caleb exploded with excitement. He didn't seem to be reacting to Alyssa personally, just what she stood for. As Colt eyed the others suspiciously, he noted that none of them seemed ready to attack. He calmed down, and as he did, so did Alyssa.
"Well, that was indisputable proof she is who you said she was," Chase said on a loud outbreath. "Welcome to the headquarters of the Scorpio Sons, Miss Aimes. I imagine this is all a bit much for you at the moment. Finding out about us and yourself. Let's head for the common room. Would you care for a drink…coffee, alcohol, water?"
Alyssa shook her head and remained plastered to his side, still overwhelmed, he imagined, by the sight of so many versions of him in one place. Was she attracted to any of them? He got no whiff of arousal from her. All she was giving off right now was fear and uncertainty.
As Chase led the way down yet another hall, this one tastefully decorated, Colt watched Alyssa closely out of the corner of his eye. His arm had gone around her without him being aware of it, and she had huddled into him, seemingly equally unconscious of her behaviour. She seemed to grow more terrified with each step that took them further into the complex.
Once they hit the main living quarters, the hallway grew larger, with a series of doors opening off it. Chase chose the closest door and led the way into the common room.
Colt wasn't sure having them all here was a good idea. It was one thing to bring one of the Sons in to meet the others, it was another to bring one lone female into their midst of forty males who all might want to claim her.
But Chase had obviously thought this through, and the common room was empty except for those that now followed him into it. Colt noticed a circle of sofas had been arranged not far from the door and it was to these that Chase led them.
Once they'd all taken their seats, Chase got down to business. "I need you to be very honest with me, Miss Aimes. This is no time for girlish modesty. Colt has explained what we are, and what you are to us. What we need to ascertain is what dynamic exists between us and you. Are you willing to help us determine the nature of that connection?"
Alyssa nodded, swallowing audibly. Colt squeezed her fingers in support.
"You are strongly attracted to Colt, so I'm led to believe. Is
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