Page 123 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

The woman in question startles when she enters the room. She steps back and nearly knocks herself and her best friend over. Jolie catches her and keeps them both upright. Her hands on my omega prevent Izzy from running.

Which she clearly wants to do.

Wide eyes search the room and her muscles tense under the thin fabric. The rise and fall of her chests accelerates and I worry she’ll have a panic attack.

I quickly stand and lean forward on the balls of my feet. I’m not going to chase after her if she runs, but...

“Isabelle, please sit.”

I motion to the chair on the other side of the curved table. It’s meant for tasting menus from the chef so that all eight chairs can face slightly inward like a stage.

Instead of a chef, a single chair awaits.

Jolie and Izzy exchange hushed words, and Izzy shakes her head. She’s still giving resistance to Jolie and trying to politely shove them toward the door.

Jolie won’t let that happen, though.

Vin was right on the money when he said we should search for our omega’s best friend. Jolie had never been to the house. We heard a lot about her, but Izzy always kept her away.

It took two days to find them, and even then it mostly amounted to driving to Izzy’s parents’ house and sleeping in the car—blocking their garage door—until they gave us a location.

Since then, it’s been a daily task to check in with Bennett and then again with Jolie, so they know the progress we’ve been making to bring our girl home.

“Please,” I say again, and my voice cracks slightly.

Some alpha.

I hate seeing her scared.

“We’re only here to talk,” Vin says.

“If you really don’t want to be here, you can go, but I hope you stay,” Mason adds.

Jolie and Izzy exchange more soft words and Jolie turns to address us.

“She wants me to stay.”

“That’s fine,” I reply.

Izzy pivots timidly toward us. As she inhales, the effect of our scents plays prominently on her features. Her pupils dilate to the deepest black and her skin flushes. Nipples peak through the dress, and my optimism soars.

I knew we’d be a scent match. If we were drawn to her despite the suppressants, then the demand would be fucking strong without them.

I’m barely keeping it together.

I need to touch her. To hold her. To kiss her.

To give her everything she ever wants and more.

Alpha instincts scream to scoop her up and make her mine here, now, immediately.

The guys’ internal demands for the same don’t help. I have to keep it together for all of us, but I don’t know if I can.

Jolie waits by the door while Izzy tentatively comes forward and sits in the chair. She smooths her dress over her knees with shaking hands.

“If it’s really that bad, we can do this another time,” I say soothingly.

“No, it was just a lot. I wasn’t expecting to see you, and then your scents are so strong, and you’re here looking at me, and I’m going to shut up now.”

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