TFH: Making Things Right

Brother and Sister

What a mind-numbing hour, a complete waste of my time. Every visit of his is a complete waste of time, and I hate it. However, I do have to admit that it’s nice that there is someone who cares enough to visit me. As nice as it is, he’s making no effort to get me out of here, so there’s that. I don’t belong in anyone’s cells because I didn’t do anything wrong. I simply tried to fight for what was rightfully mine.

I didn’t say anything to my father and didn’t answer any of his questions. He filled the void by telling me all sorts of things I don’t care anything about. I don’t care about the pack news or what he’s doing as an advisor. The only thing I want to know is when I can get the hell out of here.

My mood elevates the minute I hear the door open. My mood soars when I see that my favorite jailer is still on duty and will take me to my cell. My father says goodbye, but I don’t pay him any attention. I’m much too focused on the gorgeous man uncuffing me from the table.

He’s 6’5 with light green eyes and blond hair hanging slightly in his eyes. He’s built, and the ink on his neck makes me wonder what’s under his uniform. His legs can barely breathe with how tight his pants are, and I just know he could crush a walnut with his thighs if he wanted to. He has big, rough hands, but his touch is always so gentle.

I’m quiet as he leads me down the hallways toward my cell. I don’t see anyone else around, so I think I can have a little fun with him today. It’s not that often that we are completely alone, and I want to take advantage of that right now.

I walk into my open cell and stand in the middle of the room. I feel the heat of his body as he walks up behind me. He’s close, like really close. I decide to take a chance and extend a finger. It makes contact with his hard body, and a shiver goes through mine. “I look forward to the days you are on duty, you know.” He says nothing, but I didn’t expect him to. His soft hands caress my wrist to uncuff me. Okay, maybe caress is a bit much, but I don’t have much being locked up, so let me have that.

When I’m free, I slowly turn around while rubbing my wrists. I hate having cuffs on me, but I know it will be a daily thing since my father makes it a point to visit daily. I watch his tight ass as he walks out of my cell. “So, when are you going to tell me your name? I ask you every time I see you, but you haven’t said.” He turns and slides my cell door closed, pinning me with his green eyes. I swear I can feel wetness coming from me, but I don’t try to hide it because I want him to smell me. If he did scent my arousal, he’s keeping it to himself. Once the door locks in place, he walks away, and I’m left with my imagination and my fingers.

~Mark~

I don’t know why I tried to sleep at all. It was a total waste of time. Bedtime gets interrupted by my warrior being killed, so I had to deal with that. I took a patrol after that so I could inspect the borders myself. I had an early morning call from my sister, which required a bit more investigation. Just as I was about to doze off, she called again to tell me she was coming through with her mates. After that, I had Alpha duties that I couldn’t pawn on anyone else. Now, we are waiting for Lynn to arrive. “You look so tired, my love.” The sparks run from shoulder to shoulder and down my right arm. I wrap my right arm around her back and pull her into me.

“I am, very much so. I didn’t really get to sleep at all today.” I lean my head on her shoulder as we watch for Lynn’s arrival.

“I told you that I could get them settled myself. You could go to bed and just see them in the morning. I’m sure your sister would be okay with that.” I yawn and shake my head, hoping the movements give me some energy.

“She’d be okay with that, but I want to see her. I’ve missed her, and I want to see these asshats that are supposed to be her mates.” Jenna chuckles as she rubs the back of my head. If she does that for too long, I will fall asleep on the porch right here. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept outside, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Bright lights cut through the night sky. I stand up and stretch, telling myself a quick hello would be enough for tonight. I hold a hand out and help Jenna off the porch. She has gotten bigger, but she can still move around. She often reminds me of that fact, but she’s carrying my pup. I will wait on her hand and foot any opportunity that I get. We walk away from the packhouse a bit before stopping to wait for our guests.

The car stops, and the back door opens to a tall, dark man with tattoos everywhere and dreads. His ears are pierced along with his eyebrow. Hmmm, that’s an interesting look for my sister. He opens the passenger door and holds his hand out. I ignore my sister and look to the driver’s side. The other mate, the twin, gets out, and the difference is glaring. For one, he keeps his hair cut short and neat. He has no piercings and no visible tattoos. He looks to be the more responsible one. They are really good-looking. I growl and glare at my mate. She giggles and steps away from me.

My sister and Jenna embrace, telling each other how much they miss each other. She introduces Jenna to her mates, and I hang back. Vonte and Devonte? Did their parents have no other options for names? I cross my arms over my chest and watch the scene in front of me.

Lynn walks over to me, but my eyes remain on her mates talking to Jenna. She slaps me on my shoulder, and it freaking hurts. “What the hell was that for?”

“Uh, HELLO! I’m standing here, asshole. Did you want to acknowledge me, or would you rather gawk at my mates?” I roll my eyes and quickly grab Lynn by her waist. I spin her around and set her on her feet, giving her body a firm squeeze.

“Hello, my hellion of a sister. I’ve missed you.” Lynn wraps her arms around me, and she tightens her hold. I don’t know what this is about, but I tighten my hold on her in return. “Is everything okay?” She nods in my chest but doesn’t lift her head. I hear her sniffle, which immediately concerns me because Lynn isn’t a big crier. I push her back, holding her face in my hands. “What’s wrong?”

“I missed you, you big oaf! We’ve never been apart like this before.” I throw my head back and laugh. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. “Quit you piece of s**t! Put me down!” Two growls erupt behind me. I turn back with a smirk on her face. I slap her ass a few times and stick my tongue out before heading into the packhouse.