Page 26 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

The two of us shake our heads. We know it looks good, and we know why even if Vin doesn’t.

The alert sounds for the message sent. Vin’s busy poking around on his phone and doesn’t catch Mason suck his finger clean with a smirk.

I expect Brad to quickly respond with a tirade of insults, but none come.

Not even a fuck off for adding me to a group message text.

The lack of reaction leaves me sulky. It doesn’t help that I lost out on the orgasm.

We make it all the way through dinner, without Trick and with my body still uncomfortably primed, but I struggle to keep it in check.

A beta would recover fine. A squandered climax from an alpha, boo hoo.

There’s no way they could understand that a lost orgasm for an omega is incredibly uncomfortable. Blue balls ain’t got nothing on Omega Ovaries. The biological imperative demands we mate, mate, mate.

The second I’ve shut myself into my room for the night, I dig the knotted vibe out of my “kitchen stuff” and come twice to alleviate the pressure.

It still isn’t enough.

Being under the same roof as three men, and two strong alphas at that, is more of a struggle than I’d anticipated.

I force myself to sleep, even while the tossing and turning prompts several wake-ups.

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Trick

Mason LaMille is a fucking fool.

How he roped Vin into that video is beyond me. Vin’s normally levelheaded, so how Mason convinced him to film Izzy like that is a question I need to resolve.

I’m not letting Mason fuck it all up for us. Having Izzy in the house is a lot more tenuous than I’d realized. The guys’ ignorance will need to be managed.

I doubt Izzy wants them to know she’s an omega. Hell, she clearly doesn’t want me to know she’s an omega.

If I hadn’t seen the pills in her bathroom, I’m not sure I’d have put it together.

I didn’t believe it at first. She could have gotten them from anywhere. She could be taking them for a multitude of reasons. Being in a house with three men, including two alphas, is a challenge even for a beta.

But then she got flustered over the nest, and her territorialism both confirmed what I’d figured out and made my own alpha instincts flare to life.

I haven’t had an omega under a shared roof in more than a decade. After Virginia...

When they died in the crash, I was too young to know how to handle it. It’d been only the three of us since we were teenagers.

After that, I wasn’t willing to try again. Not without a pack I’m sure of. I won’t let my life fall apart again.

But now I’m here, outside of Izzy’s room.

I raise a fist to knock and check on her, but my hand opens on its own and rests silently on the surface.

Izzy isn’t my omega. She doesn’t want to be mine. She’s here to secure a home with someone else.

Fire rages at the base of my skull. Tension, electric and stinging, snaps my shoulder blades together and cramps every muscle from my biceps up to my neck.

No, lock it down. She isn’t mine.

In a few short weeks, Izzy will have moved on.

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