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ultrasound if it will make you happy, but there isn’t a chip in you. I didn’t tag you like a dog.”
    “Do it.”
    “In an hour.”
    “Why wait? Do it now.”
    “You may feel stronger than you really are, but you just woke up from surgery.” He motioned to her miniature frame. “Your My Little Pony version of aggression might work against most, but you can’t bully me on this. Rest and wait an hour.”
    “I’ll only keep asking.”
    “Ask away. I won’t be here to listen to you.”
    Kyran leapt from the counter and walked out of the room. He closed the door just as she began spewing various descriptions of how he was dead when she got loose. Laughing to himself, he ventured through the underground tunnels towards Ronan’s room.
    The only thing that Kyran and Ronan shared was the bulk of muscles that they inherited from their father. Ronan got the facial features of their Alpha female mother – soft, rounded cheekbones in an oval-shaped face, made harder by small but prominent scars that decorated his face . Kyran, on the other hand, shared the features of their Alpha male father – strong angular jawline, straight nose, and hypnotic blue eyes.
    In no way was it a degradation that Ronan was like his mother, in looks or personality. Alpha females were hard to come by, but when found, their aggression eclipsed that of their male counterparts. Females like their mother often held their own pack, complete with the male version of a Harem.
    The only reason that Erma, the Mikkoyi of the Keowee pack, even considered Arik as a father to her children was because she viewed having a Soul’s Mate as a weakness. It helped that Arik was like-minded and was willing to procreate, given they came to terms with his conditions.
    The main condition was that every other offspring would be raised by the other parent. Arik fostered the first born, Kyran, and Ronan, being the second born, was brought up by their mother. The arrangement had worked out fine, and the brothers had grown up close, despite the physical distance between them.
    Kyran knocked on Ronan’s door and waited.
    “Enter…”
    He opened the door to find Ronan stretched across his orgy-sized bed, not that it was used for that. Ronan preferred the arduous task of waiting for his one true mate, the female whose soul he would See. Ronan ’ s conviction of remaining pure for his Soul ’ s Mate was the only thing stopping him from turning his sheets into a sweaty mess.
    “Is there a reason you sound like a D-rated vamp flick?”
    “There ’ s one on TV.” He motioned for Kyran to sit in his overstuffed recliner. “What’s going on with the Hunter?”
    “Other than the fact that she thinks we chipped her and she has very imaginative ways of causing my death?”
    “Yeah.” His head snapped up and stared at Kyran. “Wait. She thinks we tagged her? Like a dog?”
    “Demanded an ultrasound.”
    “Did you do it?”
    He glanced at his watch. “I told her to wait an hour. It’ll give me an idea of their healing capabilities.”
    They sat in silence watching Ronan ’ s crap movie of the week, one of the very few indulgences that kept him from killing somebody or getting randomly mated.
    Ronan turned off the TV as the credits started and turned to face him. “You should have thought of that.”
    “What?” Kyran asked.
    “Tagging her. You could have stitched her up and dropped her off at their not so secret cabin. That way if you ever wanted to find her , you could.”
    “True, but tagging her is counter to my plans to build trust. Besides, there’s nothing I can do about it now.” Kyran stood and prepared to go. “I do need something from you though.”
    “What?”
    “I need you to go by the cabin and grab her stuff. Make it look like she left.”
    Ronan nodded and was silent for a few minutes.
    “Do you want to know why I was late?”
    “Not particularly. You put me in an awkward spot though.”
    “I know. I’m sorry, but you do want to