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“Oh god,” she breathed, closing her eyes and letting the feeling take her. He felt her beginning to pulse around him. Her muscles contracted around his cock, grinding becoming harder as she came, and she threw her head back moaning.

“Abby!” he cried as he joined her there, spilling into her, his balls clenching and releasing with such blissful force until nothing was left to give. She slumped down onto his chest and he held her.

“I love you so much,” he said, hoping she felt the same way.

Chapter 26

Abigail

“Whatdoyoumean,did I bring the steaks? I thought you saidyouhad them!” Luke sputtered.

“Me? I asked you to get them back at the brewery this morning!” Dominic returned indignantly.

“No, you told me to bring steaksauce, which I have right here.” Luke held the bottle high for inspection.

“So, we don’t have anything to grill? Oh, wait, here they are. Abigail packed them.” Dominic chuckled at himself, and Luke shook his head and returned to his trunk, gathering the supplies he had been responsible for.

Abigail chuckled to herself as she listened to Luke and Nic fuss at each other. She leaned her head back on the park bench, breathed in the pine-scented air, and smiled. Having them back in one piece, she felt for the first time in a long while that she could finally relax.

The three of them had come to the park to take the day off after a long week of hard work. On top of preparing security measures for a possible attack, Luke and Nic had been working together on tightening up some of the legal aspects of the brewery business.

Despite arguing like an old married couple sometimes, the two of them worked remarkably well together. Their personalities complemented each other nicely and they genuinely got along. They had similar interests and senses of humor—a regular blossoming bromance.

She couldn’t think of a single thing that would make her happier at that moment. Well, there was one thing. Abigail frowned and pushed it from her mind as she had been doing since Luke had come back into her life.

Eventually, she would have to choose: Luke or Nic.

She considered telling Luke that things could never go back to the way they were between them when they had both been happy. A sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and her legs felt like they had turned to jelly. How could she abandon the love of her life over what had clearly been a horrendous misunderstanding?

Luke had done nothing to deserve her mistrust. He had come after her, supported her need for space, walked with her through the problem, and even put his life at risk to solve it for her. She couldneverreject such love and loyalty!

On the other hand… she thought of Nic and everything he had done for her since Esme and Bert had found her on the side of the road—taking her in, helping her recover, and even championing Luke to the extent that it helped her find the truth. What selflessness! She couldn’t turn her back on that sort of sacrifice!

Then there was their burgeoning friendship to consider. They seemed to find such fulfillment in their joint ventures with the brewery, and they got along so famously she couldn’t imagine being the thing that drove them apart.

Worse still, she knew that whoever she turned away would willingly concede her to the other and continue the friendship in the best interest of the mutual benefit the packs could receive. Both her alphas would rather live the rest of their lives in emotional agony than cost their packs a potential alliance.

For a selfish moment, Abigail allowed herself to consider the cost to herself if she were to settle into a relationship with one of them. What enormous suffering would be hers the day the other one found a way to move on!

And what if he didn’t? What if he lived the rest of his life in solitude, aching over the one thing he wanted but could never have? She would die someday knowing she had ruined the life of someone she loved and had watched him pine while she was happy.

Her head swam, and she found it difficult to breathe. Luke was her hero and Nic her champion. She could choose neither over the other, nor could she reject one.

In her heart of hearts, she knew what she had to do but couldn’t find the strength. She wanted both so badly that she ached for them whenever she saw them, but they didn’t seem to understand what pain they caused her with their mere presence.

No matter how hard she tried not to think about it, it always came back. She had a sneaking suspicion it would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later, but she had resolved to enjoy the day, and enjoy the day she would.

Opening her eyes to the sound of children’s laughter, she was delighted to hear evidence that they weren’t the only ones who had chosen to come outside to enjoy the beauty of the day. She welcomed the distraction.

Luke and Nic were already greeting several of the pack members and inviting them to join their little party. Some of them had even come with supplies to grill as they had, and they quickly combined their stashes to make an impromptu cookout.

Abigail scanned the small crowd, hoping to see a few faces in particular, and she grinned when she found them. Esme, Bert, and the kids were just arriving. She held up an arm and waved to snag their attention.

As soon as the children saw her, they barreled toward her in a jolly little knot. “Miss Abby! Miss Abby!” they shouted, interrupting and talking over each other to be the first to tell her about their day.

“I found a rock with a cool pattern on the back!” Gavin started.

“It was a tortoise’s shell!” Samara corrected.

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