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I would never admit I liked how deep and rough Cassius’s voice was, or how much it thrilled me to hear him ask questions like this – like maybe he was angry, but hiding it better than I ever could.

What would he do if I said I did feel like they’d forced me?

No.

I couldn’t let myself go down that road again. If I did, I might really lose everything.

“I don’t think it’s that unexpected for me to act like this.” I shoved his hand off my jaw and scooped up water to splash my face, cleaning off some of the dried blood. “Neither of you used a condom, did you?”

Silence.

It took more effort than it usually did to keep my mind blank as I scrubbed at my skin with one of those special soaps that erased any trace of pheromones. It must be something Liam used a lot.

How many people had scrubbed his pheromones from their skin just like I was?

Instantly, I dropped the bar of soap and watched as it floated on the surface, bobbing around from the force of the water still pouring from the faucet. If someone didn’t turn it off soon, the bathtub would overflow.

Even still, all I could do was watch as the water line creeped up and up, not making a single move to turn off the faucet.

Did I really think I was special because he was the first alpha to find my pheromones pleasing? Who the fuck was I in the grand scheme of things? I was no one.

I really needed to get out of this fucking house before they convinced me that maybe…maybe I was someone.

CHAPTER 39

Lucy

“Is that what you’re actually upset about?” Cassius leaned over me and turned off the water, but he didn’t move back. “That we didn’t use condoms?”

He draped his body over mine like a blanket. He even had the audacity to rest his chin on top of my head like he had every right to. I wanted to push him off, but it kind of felt like wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up.

I could hide for just a moment without being alone, and gratitude washed over me again.

Cassius was just as good at all this as Liam and I wondered if maybe I was wrong. Maybe they weren’t boyfriends, but something else.

“Answer me, Lucy.” There it was, that deep growl that always vibrated through my bones. I loved how it felt, but it was a dirty little secret I didn’t want to confess because I felt like the second I did, he’d use it against me.

But the dominance in Cassius’s voice combined with the weight of his body was more than I could resist when my head was still swirling with the scent of our combined pheromones as well as the haze of my heat still waiting in the wings to burn me all over again.

It seemed I really was no different than every other omega out there.

Which was strange, because I’d wished for that so many times, but now…

Now, I had no idea who or what I was.

To anyone.

My chest hurt and I wrapped my arms around my legs again to try to ease some of the pain. “It was just the pheromones,” I whispered against my knees, hoping he wouldn’t hear me, but Cassius was always listening, even when you didn’t know he was. “None of it meant anything.”

I didn’t find his following silence strange or uncomfortable since he was generally a very quiet person, but I had hoped he would say something to that – maybe reassure me I was wrong.

Not that I needed reassurance from him.

Watching the water lap against the sides of the tub, I tried not to make it obvious I was waiting for him to say something—anything.

I should be getting clean, scrubbing their scents from my body so I could get as far away from here as possible, but even if my legs didn’t give out on me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave.

None of what happened between us during my unexpected heat should mean anything, but it did.

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