Bailey Bradford Revolution (Southwestern Shifters #7)

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intimidating for its laid-back tone. I won t have you talkin to my mate like that.
He s my brother, Wes said petulantly. He cringed inwardly at how childish he
sounded, but his pride wouldn t let him back down. You need to stay out of this.
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Wes hadn t ever seen Bobby anything other than what could only be termed mellow, or
all googly-eyed and pawing at Sully, which was to be expected as they were mates. But now
he was seeing a darker, scarier side to the man who would someday lead the San Antonio
wolf pack.
Bobby s entire countenance hardened. There was no other way for Wes to describe it or
process it. The relaxed slump disappeared from Bobby s stance and his eyes, normally
glinting with mischief, went sharp with the promise of that very spanking he d just
mentioned.
And muscles? Wes hadn t really paid much attention to Bobby other than to admit to
himself that yeah, the guy was hot. How he d missed the bulge of defined muscles was
beyond him.
Then he felt it, the wave of power rolling off Bobby. It was like an electrical current in
the air, surrounding Wes. Every hair on his body stood up, even those on his nape. If he
hadn t been wearing a ball cap, he d have bet the hair under it would have been standing on
end. Inside, his snow leopard yowled unhappily. Wes wasn t a dominant person, and neither
was his leopard. They weren t made to stand up against the power of an alpha like Bobby.
Yet Wes tried, forcing his gaze to remain locked with Bobby s. Everything else around
them faded, the comfortable furnishings, the knick-knacks that made the place a home Wes
was envious over. He d never admit it, but he wanted a home with a mate who loved him.
Being jealous just made him feel petty, and Wes didn t like himself for it. If he weren t feeling
so& challenged and ganged up on, he d probably have admitted that his coping skills
sucked. However, he d effectively dug himself into a corner surrounded by his own
belligerence. He was, in his own mind, stuck.
Bobby, maybe you should let us work this out.
Wes didn t look away from Bobby when Sully spoke. He felt like prey, and glancing
away would mean he d be taken down like a rabbit under the weight of a leopard.
Bobby snarled, his top lip curling up on one side, baring a hint of teeth. I don t take
shit in my own house, Sully. Not from anyone, and especially not from your punk-ass little
brother.
He s not always a punk-ass, Sully muttered. We used to be friends. What happened
to us, Wes?
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What happened to us? What happened to us! Wes took the out Sully had given him. He
spun his head back around so quick he was dizzy as he looked at his brother. What
happened? You left! You went away and forgot about me, Sully. That s what happened!
Bobby growled and Wes kneecaps tried to turn to gelatin. His legs quivered but he
refused to glance behind him. He knew what he d said wasn t fair, and wasn t accurate
exactly but it was how he felt, and Sully had asked, after all.
Sully s confusion morphed into hurt, then something too damned close to pity for Wes
sake. He averted his gaze to glare at a spot over Sully s shoulder. The kitchen walls were
painted a soft peach colour. Wes wondered who had picked it out.
I never forgot about you, Wes. Jesus.
From his peripheral vision, Wes could see Sully raking his fingers through his hair. That
god-awful feeling of power faded from the air, and Wes released a little of the tension that
had been knotted in his chest.
I had to go to college, Sully began. Wes nodded just enough to show he got that, but
he still didn t look at Sully. Shit. Shit, Wes, I m sorry. Okay? I& I know I didn t stay in touch
like I could have.
Wes hitched a shoulder in a shrug. Sully sighed and before Wes could stop him, he
pulled Wes into a tight hug that Wes didn t return.
I m sorry. I know you called and texted, but it seemed like it was always when I was in
class or doing something where I couldn t reply or answer, and by the time I could Sully
held him tighter, and Wes stiffened, his anger growing with Sully admission. It wasn t that I
forgot about you, Wes. I m just an ass. I got so involved in my own life&
Let go of me, Wes gritted out, barely having the breath to do so. Sully went rigid but
released him, except for a hand to his wrist. This is stupid anyway. I m not a kid. I don t
need you or anyone else to give a damn about me. But his heart ached like a mother when
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