Chapter 16: Royally Screwed

Chase was used to feeling anxiety, but this was on another level. It continued to grow when Andrew slid down to the floor with a soft groan, rubbing a hand down his face. Even Drake appeared apprehensive, hands shaking as he gripped Andrew’s forearm to pull him back to his feet.

‘Should’ve kept your mouth shut, brother,’ Drake said. His tone quivered, effectively ruining his attempt at a tease. Although, Andrew smiled at the effort.

‘Just cut out my tongue; that should fix everything,’ he said. Drake’s laugh was more vigorous, but it wobbled as they continued their playful banter.

‘Nah, but I will alert the media a dead man is walking.’

‘Ha, ha. You’re hilarious but no less accurate.’

‘What?…’ Justin whispered, glancing at Chase. The young alpha could only shrug his shoulders, bewildered. ‘What was that just now?’

‘Oh, you’re still here?’ Andrew said.

‘Drew,’ Drake warned when they flinched at his tone.

‘Don’t ask me to turn it down, Drake.’