to think of a time when he had enjoyed so
much intimacy with anyone, especially with his clothes on.
“Dean, are you all right? We’ve all been worried about you,”
Kane said, as soon as they walked into the lounge.
Dean blushed, and Matthew jumped in quickly. He didn’t think
anybody had the right to make Dean feel uncomfortable,
especially with what he had just been through. “It was my fault
we were delayed, Alpha,” he said, meeting Kane’s eyes just
briefly before looking back at Dean. “Dean and I had some
things to talk about, and I wanted to make sure he didn’t have
any after effects from whatever they drugged him with, before
bringing him home.”
“He smells like you,” Jax sneered, from his posse on the couch.
“Seems to me you were doing more than checking his health.”
To Matthew’s surprise, Dean turned around and glared at Jax.
“Matthew is my mate, so if smelling him on me bothers you
then get over it.”
Jax looked stunned, but didn’t say anything else.
“That’s fair enough, Dean,” Kane interjected, “but you had to
know we would be worried about you. I can also appreciate you
want to spend some time with Matthew, but can you sit and tell
us everything you do remember so we can try and see if we
are dealing with the same threat as before. How did you get
taken in the first place if Matthew was with you?”
“I was in the diner paying for lunch,” Matthew explained stiffly,
wanting to hug Dean to his chest because his mate looked so
worried. “Dean went out to wait in the vehicle, but…”
“But I missed feeling the sun on my face and instead of getting
in the wagon, I was leaning on the hood enjoying some fresh
air. I didn’t hear the other vehicle pull up, I didn’t notice
anything until some guy grabbed me, and he stuck me with a
syringe and I was out for it. When I came too, we were in that
dirty shack, the two guys were trying to take my clothes off.
They were human so I should have been able to take them, but
that damn drug really weakened me for a bit. I was trying to
fight them off when Matthew came in and killed them.”
Dean pulled the wallets he had recovered from the dead men
and passed them to Diablo, who was sitting with Griff on a two-
seater. “These were on the bodies, which are still in the shack
by the way.”
“We’ll leave them there,” Kane said. “I don’t think we will have
any problems with law enforcement over this. I take it you’re
not in the system Matthew?”
Matthew almost snorted out loud. At 120 years old he had
taken a number of identities over the years, but he had never
been in any legal system, or even spoken to by police in all
that time. But remembering his place he simply said, “No,
there won’t be any record of me anywhere.”
“All right then. If you are feeling better Dean, then I would like
to talk to you for a moment and then I think we had better
leave you to sort some things out with Matthew. Diablo and
Jax, can you do whatever it is you do and follow up on those
wallets, and any ID you can find. Troy, can you patch into the
police force and just watch to see if anybody reports these
bodies. That might give us some clue as to whether or not
Kylan is in the area. Griff and Anton, I want you two to head
out to the shack and just do some scouting around the shack –
don’t go in it. But look to see if you can find any further clues
as to what we are dealing with. I want you all back here in
time for dinner at six sharp.”
Kane rattled out the orders like a seasoned pro, but Matthew
could see that the man was worried, not only about Dean and
his mating, but by the threat posed by Kylan. When the room
was empty except for Kane, Shawn and Dean, Kane said, “I
won’t keep Dean long, Matthew, I just want to chat to him for a
moment.”
“You can do it here, Kane, please,” Dean said and Matthew was
pleased to hear there was no tremor in Dean’s voice.