Chapter 6Marek fumed. This was the last f*****g thing his pack needed right now.
Sure, he was ecstatic his brother had found his mate, but like this? He deposited the hunter on the chair in the middle of the larger basement room.
Without another thought, he tied the guy’s feet to the chair and then stepped back, before shrugging and tying him across the chest, too. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Marek could practically feel his brother’s roiling emotions from upstairs, could hear him pacing by the basement door. That couldn’t be helped.
Arran had gone outside, likely to get his kit, and Marek pulled up a chair by the wall.
“I’m just going to say this once, hunter,” he started. “It doesn’t matter much what you are to my brother. What matters is that Arran doesn’t care about those things. Yo
