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Brandon had gotten the okay to tell Jezebel’s family. His parents had vouched to the council they would help keep watch and make sure they caused no problems. His family was coming to support him as he told them, and Jezebel showed them the condition she was in thanks to the boogiemen.
He got out of the car as his parents and brothers pulled up behind him. Brandon walked around and helped Jezebel out of the car. She grimaced as she put weight on her feet. “My brothers are home. They weren’t happy I didn’t come home last night to see them.” Jezebel winced again, and he picked her up. “You have to put me down. It will freak them out more when they see me and you carrying me. If I’m walking I won’t look as bad.”
Brandon shook his head. “Sweetheart, trust me when I say you walking looks worse. I’m surprised with your ankle and knee you walked out of the club last night. The adrenaline pumping through you and your shock were the only reason you did.”
“Do I really look that bad?”
“To me you always look beautiful, but, yes, you do look like a truck ran over you.”
Her mother came running to her as she opened the door. “Honey, what happened?”
Brandon picked up his speed and entered the house not willing to draw more attention to them.
“Hey, Brat, where you be—what the hell happened to you?” Jezebel’s brother took a step towards her, then glared at him with his fist clenched. “What did you do to her?”
“Joel, Brandon didn’t do this to me. Where are Dad and Samuel?”
“In the family room watching football.”
Jezebel’s mother hovered around him.
“Let’s go there. It will be the best place to show them and tell them. Did you bring girlfriends this year?” Jezebel sounded tired. Brandon had called her brothers early in the week before they left to come home. He’d gotten the numbers off his brothers. He’d had a talk to Jezebel’s brothers, told them what selfish bastards they were being to their sister bringing home women who were nasty to her and staying with people like that.
Joel didn’t look at his sister. “I thought this year it might be better if we have you eat something at dinner. Or have you around for a couple of hours so you don’t hide. I’m sorry I’ve been selfish, both Samuel and I.”
Brandon heard a sob leave her. “You did that for me. You came alone?”
Joel glanced at him, and he shook his head. He didn’t want her to know he’d talked to her brothers. Jezebel’s mother saw the exchange, and she nodded and mouthed “thank you”.
“Of course we did it for you.” He shrugged. “You may be a brat, but I love ya.”
They walked into the family room as Jezebel’s father yelled at the big screen. When he saw Jezebel in Brandon’s arms he jumped up and stormed to him. “What have you done to my baby? Give her to me now.”
“Dad, he didn’t do this. Sit down. All of you.” They must have heard something in her voice because they all sat.
“Jezebel, why are all the Prides in my house?” Jezebel’s father glared at Brandon.
She sat with Brandon on the recliner. “They are here for support. They are here because we have something to tell you and show you. You have to promise you’ll all listen and not freak out or anything.”
“No, Jezebel, I’m not promising a—”
“Darrell, you can do this for your daughter. Look at her.”
Jezebel’s parents stared at each other until her father nodded.
Tyler stood forward. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dibson. I think it best if we show you first.” Tyler started taking his clothes off, and Brandon felt Jezebel turn.
Not wanting Jess to see his brother naked he groaned. “Stop, Tyler. She’s my mate. I’ll do it. Stay with Jezebel.”
Tyler chuckled but nodded. Brandon eased Jezebel off him and stood. He winked at Jezebel as he started taking off his clothes. He slipped off his shoes and threw his shirt over his head.
When he unzipped his pants Jezebel’s father stood. “Really, I don’t think this is appropriate. Jezebel, honey, turn your head.”
Jezebel giggled, and Brandon smiled her way before he pulled his pants off and let the change come over him.
“Holy fucking shit,” Samuel said.
“Oh my God,” Jezebel’s mother gasped out.
“No friggin’ way,” Joel muttered.
Jezebel’s father didn’t say anything. He backed up, looking at Brandon, obviously horrified.
Strolling to Jezebel he sat by her chair. “Isn’t he amazing?” Jezebel said as she reached out and casually stroked him. When he started purring she giggled and used both hands.