Page 60 of Mercy & Her Devils

He looks like an Alpha out of Outlander.

He has rugged features with pale skin and brilliant Nordic blue eyes. His brunette hair tumbles over his eyes.

He’s in his thirties and is dressed in a brown designer suit.

He’s staring at Antonio with a quiet intensity. He towers over him. Yet all he does when he reaches Antonio is grab him by the shoulders and turn him urgently from side to side, as if assessing for injuries.

Wait, exactly like that.

I know because Thomas did that to me the first few times he visited, after I was matched to Fletcher.

Lark looks as confused as me.

“You’re back early, lad.” The Chief Alpha presses his hand to Antonio’s cheek in a gesture that feels too intimate to witness. “We’re not meant to be having physical contact. You shouldn’t be visiting the estate, while you’re on the mission. Did you forget? Or did something happen?”

Antonio shifts uncomfortably. “Now, remember when we saw that Brok having his bond being broken in the clip, which went viral on social media? It was so dramatic in a hotel lobby. We had to do something to both help and stop the fucking Institute, where he was being held, right?”

The Chief Alpha takes a step toward the car, sniffing suspiciously.

Shit, he can smell us.

He wrinkles his nose.

Then he ducks down, before swinging the door wider.

He taps his foot.

Startled, Lark and I are caught still wrapped in our blanket with only our eyes peeking out, along with tufts of hair.

I meet the Chief Alpha’s eye, and he looks like he wants to scream and laugh at the same time, before he can compose his face.

He’s studying me closely.

His dominant look makes me swallow.

He smells of heather ale, floral and musky like summer on a warm Scottish mountainside.

It makes me blush that it’s the scent I smelled on the blanket, which I’m now wrapped in and have been so happily sniffing.

“Now, that’s a strange sight.” The Chief Alpha arches his brow regally, as Lark and I meet his eye. “Antonio, why are there two adorable Omegas huddled in the back of your car?”

“Because you wouldn’t approve, if I’d put them in the trunk?”

Lark snorts with laughter.

The Chief Alpha looks surprised, then he straightens. “I’m Kai. I’m guessing that you’re the two Broks. My question is why you’re here.”

What are we meant to say? Because your Beta stole us?

Saved us?

Because we’re fucking screwed?

“Huh, funny story.” Antonio drags at Kai’s sleeve to encourage him to turn around to face him. He could never force him to. Kai is all muscle inside that suit. “That asshole Fletcher decided to keep the auction a secret. They were about to be sold, and I couldn’t let that happen. Come on, you’ve seen them. You understand, right? You’re lucky that I didn’t bring them home on my first day in that hellhole. I almost did, when I saw how cutely feral they were.”

Kai’s heavy gaze sweeps back to Lark and me.

We try to look as sweet as possible.

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