Page 36 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W

Carlyle was full Lumbee with no African American blood in him. He always knew he was adopted, and he always knew he was different. After a DNA test, he found a connection to his parents and had been searching for them ever since. In that search, he met Rummie over three years ago.

“So, what? You came here to find your parents but found Rummie? That seems convenient,” Orion commented.

Carlyle shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that. If anything, it’s what the gods wanted since we met at work. I’m a radiologist. That was over three years ago though.” He peeked next to him at the woman that was finally his after she slowed down enough to be caught. “She took me through it before she agreed to be mine.”

“You said that your parents were from this tribe,” Farad blurted. “Do you know who?”

For Farad, Carlyle’s beast meant that at least one of his parents had a beast or at least the gene. From that conclusion, it could be said that his parents were members of their pack. Their pack was over fifteen strong when it came to active members. There were many older members that were just not active.

Rummie cleared her throat. “No. He hasn’t figured that out yet. That’s why I suggested he come here. Plus, I wanted you all to meet him since he’s going to be around.”

Yeah, it was time that she slowed her ass down. She introduced Carlyle to her mother at a dinner over two weeks ago. She was aware of his lineage and agreed to help him find his roots. It was crazy to Parie to think that there was potentially someone among the tribe that gave a child up for adoption, and no one was the wiser.

There was a lot going on in the Lumbee tribe. From the new members to the mysterious stranger boo of Rummie’s. Orion and the others welcomed it all because these were the types of things that made the pack strong. Orion already had it in his mind to introduce Carlyle to Pops so he could do his thing. From the short first impression, it didn’t seem like Carlyle had ill intent toward Rummie, but one could never be too sure. The men would never say it out loud, but they were impressed by his forwardness. The pack was allergic to bitches.

Thaddeus sat up with his stare focused on Rummie’s boo. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Carlyle. This was a new territory for him. Rummie had a man that she wanted everyone to know about. The overall goal with this situation was to make sure Carlyle was not on fuck shit and that Rummie was happy. Her happiness was important to Thaddeus.

Since their father met his demise, she hadn’t been the same. There was a divide between Rummie and her mother that wasn’t intentional, but it happened nonetheless. It was clear that their father, Patrick, was wrong on every level when he chose to disgrace his family with his actions toward Thaddeus and his mate. That was not up for debate. However, Rummie still battled with the loss of her father. It was not a topic that she felt comfortable bringing up to her mother or brother because of their hatred for him. Carlyle had been the one to encourage herto take the time to at least attempt to get plugged back into the pack.

“Well, Carlyle, since you’re going to be around per my sister, I hope to spend more time with you to get to know you. I want a chance to hear your intentions for my sister.” Thaddeus held his focus on him.

Carlyle provided him with a confident smile. “I can tell you about my intentions for your sister now with everyone to save you the time of being a news broadcaster. My intentions for Rummie are to love and build with her so that sooner than later she becomes my wife. After that, I plan to put some babies in her like you all did with your wives, then live happily ever after.”

There was something to be said about a man with a mission and his ability to move forward with that mission for successful completion. This was a commonality between the men that sat in this circle. They all went on a mission to get their mates and were successful in it. Orion was a member of a pack that was mission oriented when it came to everything in life, especially their women. The men set out to get their big bad wolves, and that was exactly what they got.

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