Page 144 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

In one, Trick smiled at me under his arm.

In another, Mason and Vin clinked foamy pilsner glasses.

I’m at the park, face up to the sun with my eyes closed as the rays leave my skin glowing.

Mase, Trick, and I are laughing at cooking class.

Each picture provides little glimpses. Content slices of our lives narrated in 1080p.

And I played in them predominantly.

Most of the shots of the guys are really moments where they’re focused on me, with or without my knowledge.

The account is a love letter to our pack before it was official.

“This was supposed to convince you to take the bonds,” Vin whispered.

“I love it,” I whispered back and then scrolled through it for so long that I had to hide the phone when the others started to wake.

My fingers itch to discreetly peek at my phone to skim through the pictures again, but the suit speaks up before I can.

“There’s a severe penalty for unauthorized bonds.”

Yep, all meant to discourage this exact behavior.

“We enact invasive monitoring standards for the omega’s safety. She’d have the chip reimplanted,” he continues.

Ugh. But also—worth it.

“There are house visits and we track any financial transaction over an amount set by your case worker.”

None of that erases our bonds.

The guys are mine and I’m theirs. Permanently.

“Ms. Madison seems to think this was legitimately a spontaneous bond.”

Madison! That’s Marta’s last name.

Wait, did he say . . .

“So, we’re fine then,” Mason chances.

“I don’t like it,” the suit says. “But your case worker has been with you for weeks and all of her reviews are positive. Dr. Genovese approved the removal of your chip. One of the factors is the likelihood the omega will act... impulsively.”

“I’ve been working very hard on myself and am embarrassed to have backslidden so severely,” I say and hang my head in contrite supplication.

A lifetime hiding from these very people was the perfect training to evade their evaluations.

Trick’s hand tightens on mine. “I think we’re done here. Any further questions can be directed to our lawyers.”

“Not yet,” the suit says. “I want her back for another med check in a week. We’ll reassess then.”

“We’ll submit to the med eval, but the Wyatt Pack considers this matter closed.”

“It’s not your call—”

“You have no basis to punish us. You know as well as I do that some physiological urges are unavoidable.”

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