Luna
If anything is a testament to the triplets' regard for me, the next few minutes prove it.
"We've got to get Axel into the house to care for his wounds," I say, rising to stand, knowing full well their resistance to having anything to do with Axel.
"Fuck that," Ethan says, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as if to hold himself back from launching into Axel again.
Warrick clamps a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "If my baby girl wants to negotiate with the Alpha of the Jacksonville pack, let her have her way."
"Yeah," Callan says, giving Axel a disgusted look. "He's obviously dick-whipped as fuck if he'd show up here without backup, just asking for us to stomp a mudhole in him."
A slow grin forms on Ethan's bloody lips. "I hadn't thought of that," he says. "But damn, Luna. You sure do have a point. I bet he'd give up his entire pack for one more taste of that sweet little pussy you got him hooked on."