Aiden pulled his mate on to his lap. "Please stop referring to your Facebook Group as your cult."
"No way! They're teaching me how to be sexy."
Aiden's eyes took on a calculating look. "Oh?" he said, sounding only somewhat interested. Grant knew from recent experiences with his mate that whoever she was talking to was on the commander's hit list.
"What did they tell you?" Aiden asked.
She turned to her mate. "The guys said I'm a fetish!"
Aiden's eyebrows snapped together. "What! No you're not! Who have you been talking to? Who told you that?"
Meryn's eyes narrowed. "I am so a fetish. They said I should stop trying to be sultry and be a lollicon."
"A what?" Aiden asked darkly.
"I'm not sure of all the ins and outs of it, but it's basically where guys like small, cute girls instead of sexy pin-up models like Ellie." Meryn pointed to Grant's mate.
"I am not a pin-up model," Ellie protested.
Meryn rolled her eyes. "You're forgetting my impression of you when we first met. Pillows." Meryn rounded her hands over her chest.
Grant chuckled as his mate blushed. He leaned in. "You do have wonderful pillows."
"Grant!" she hissed in embarrassment.
"See it's perfect for me. I'm a lollipop fetish." Meryn crossed her arms over her chest.
Anne frowned. "That may be something different."
Kendrick chuckled. "Don't encourage her."
Stefan glared at Aiden. "You are a dirty old man."
"I am not a dirty old man!" Aiden roared. He pinned his mate with a glare. "You are not a lollipop!"
"I can be a fetish if I want to!"
Grant sat back and took a sip of Ellie's wine. The room was full of people; they were loud, the noise almost overwhelming, but for once, he didn't mind.
They were chaotic and nuts and rowdy, but within him his wolf settled down and laid his head on his paws. With one eye open, he watched over his family, and for the first time in his life, Grant felt like he had found his way home.