Page 108 of The Packaged Deal

Be still my smoldering heart.

“Found you,” I say with deceptive meekness.

He knows it, too. I can see the tic in his jaw as he works through whether to throttle me or kiss me.

Two hours ago, Sven snuck out of the house. So, naturally, what else could a good omega do but follow? He’d walked twenty minutes to a set of shops, where he went into a small office with a glass door. Once I knew he was safely inside, I scampered closer to see what it was.

What I found surprised me more than anything. It was a psychologist’s office. A man named Maxim Grass. I hadn’t anticipated the huge alpha that had come out escorting Sven from the building. His hair was prematurely grey, and he had this serious, deep face. I approved of him instantly. He had good vibes.

But, apparently, my surveillance did not go unnoticed.

“Are you trying to fix your head so you can follow your heart? To me? Because I am your heart, right?” I flutter my eyelashes, but secretly, I’m trying to bring the tension down.

Sven blinks at me and shakes his head. “I’m trying to fix my head so I don’t beat your ass.”

I grin at him. “Your dimples are showing, Svenny, I know you’re lying.”

He groans and turns away from me, but I clutch his arm and pull myself right up against him.

“Tell me.”

“Fine. Yes. I’ve been seeing a psychologist, trying to work through my issues so I can stop hurting the three of you.”

“Because you love us.”

“Yes. Because I love you.”

The words snatch the wind out of my sails and leave me staring up at him in awe. I love this brawny man. I love that he argues with me and goes toe-to-toe with me without backing off.

I love that he is so protective of the family. I love that he cares so much.

“Come with me, you sly little fox,” Sven growls.

“Vixen.”

“What?”

“A fox is male, a vixen is female. You may call me Vixen.”

Sven rubs his temples, but I can see a smile lurking at the corner of his lips.

“Come on, Daddy-O. Show me a good time.”

“What have I told you about calling me Daddy?”

“Only do it when I’m naked?”

Sven growls in warning. I smirk and put my small hand in his huge one.

“I know what I’m going to do with you,” Sven says suddenly. “Oh, yeah, this might make even you lose your ability to speak.”

I shrug. “My doctor said I could talk with a mouthful of marbles.”

Sven eyes me like he’s not sure what to think.

“I think I could talk with a mouthful of cock,” I say and peek at his expression out of the corner of my eye. He does not disappoint. “We could try? Again?”

“No,” but I note the challenge in his eyes for later.

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