Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 44

**When Broken Stars Drift Across Empty Midnight Skies by Troy Mason Venn**
**Chapter 44: Our Accusations**

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“Do you have any idea what Alayah is up to?” Grandma calls out from the kitchen, her voice cutting through the chatter like a knife. Nero, leaning casually against the table, replies, “Dad and Mara took her out for dinner.” He pauses, a playful glint in his eye, “They’re at Jesse’s diner—the best place to eat in our Pack. I doubt she’ll enjoy it as much as your cooking, Grandma.”

Grandma chuckles, her hands busy chopping vegetables. “I hope so, or else I might just have to kick his ass,” she retorts with a hint of mischief.

“I want front row tickets to that,” Khal interjects, and I can’t help but burst into laughter, completely unfazed by the curious glances directed my way.

“Sorry, Grandma! I wasn’t laughing at you,” I manage to say between giggles, “but Khal just said he wants front row tickets for when you kick Nero’s ass!” My laughter is infectious, and soon everyone joins in, except for Nero, who rolls his eyes in mock exasperation.

Seated at the table with my brothers and Anton at one end, I glance over to see Grandma, Grandfather, Uncle Paul, and Uncle Rex gathered at the opposite end. I can’t help but wonder aloud, “Why do both families come together for Sunday dinner? I mean, there’s nothing really connecting us, is there?”

Noah swiftly smacks the back of my head, and Nero calls me a fool. Anton is laughing heartily, clearly enjoying the chaos. “You forgot about Alayah, Moron,” Noah points out, and I raise an eyebrow, genuinely perplexed.

“How many families do you know that gather for Sunday dinner just because they share some blood? I get having dinner with our grandparents, but all together? I can’t recall us ever having dinner with both sets of grandparents at the same time. That’s why I asked,” I explain, trying to make sense of it all.

A heavy silence falls over the table as everyone ponders my question. I can sense the wheels turning in their minds, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. Why is it so hard to understand this weekly gathering? Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy it. It’s just that I’ve only ever been in the same room as my maternal and paternal grandparents during birthdays or Christmas celebrations.

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