Page 49 of Targeted By Love

“Lake?” My mate’s eyes lit up because wherever my littlest bro was, there were sure to be chips.

“I’m sure he and Thiago are with Ezra.”

I dropped my mate off in front of the theater and went to park. When I returned they were at the concession stand buying all the popcorn, both cheesy and salted caramel. The cheese was gross, that awful orange stuff, so I went for the sweet, salty, slightly burnt taste of carmel.

My brothers were discussing whether we’d bought too much or too few snacks. I hustled my mate inside and let them argue.

The theater was almost empty, and considering it was late morning on a weekday, not surprising.

“How is it that your brothers can take time off?” Rhodes whispered as he sat and hogged the popcorn. Should have gotten a separate one for myself.

“They choose their work hours.”

With my mate being heavily pregnant, we’d bought the platinum reclining seats that came with a pillow and blanket. Rhodes had a habit of falling asleep while we were watching TV, so he could snooze his way though the movie.

He stuffed popcorn in his mouth and chewed it slowly while rubbing his belly. His eyes were fixed on the screen as we watched trailers for upcoming films.

Lake grabbed the back of my seat, whispering how much he adored the platinum seats.

Next, Thiago asked if this was a suitable film for Rhodes, as he was heavily pregnant.

“He chose it,” I told him and waited for the next brother to speak.

“Can’t wait to tell you what I found out about your next job,” Ezra yelled over the noise into my ear.

“Is there anyone else who wants to talk to me?” I shouted.

“Shush, the movie’s started.” There was one other person in the theater and we’d annoyed them already.

The movie was about dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals in present time, and Rhodes shrieked whenever one of the huge reptiles snapped someone in half. He gripped my hand and dug his nails into my palm. Shifters experienced a milder version of pain than humans but my mate drew blood as his nails pierced my flesh.

His blood-curdling yell had all five of my brothers shoving their heads between or over our seats.

“Rhodes should not be here. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Our niece or nephew will be traumatized watching this movie.”

“What were you thinking, Maynard?”

“Poor Rhodes. Humans can’t watch a scary movie.”

“Is Rhodes going to finish his popcorn?” Lake, of course. Always thinking with his stomach.

“Babe, we can leave.”

“I can’t.” He held onto my hand as if we were in the middle of the ocean and I was the only thing preventing him from drowning.

That he wanted to witness more blood and gore on screen was surprising because a scream emerged from deep down inside him.

“The baby,” he panted.

Thiago chuckled. “Our little one likes animals ripping people’s heads off. They’re going to fit in so well with our family.”

I glared at him because our beasts killed other animals.And don’t say it, I told my wolf because he was about to remind me I shot people in the head.

Rhodes yanked my arm. “The baby loves dinosaurs so much they want out.”

“Awww. We have to buy our little one lots of dinosaur stuffies.” Lake turned on his phone.