Page 28 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

For a half second, one frustrating moment, I let myself feel the agony that she wants me. I should say no. The truth is she’s only after a knot, maybe even thinks screwing around will give her more security in my house.

“No need to be hasty,” she purrs. “Tell me why you’re here first.”

“I saw the video.”

“Was Brad around when you did? Tell me you saw his reaction. Tell me you recorded it. Tell me you posted it on social media and it’s already gone viral.”

“Just me, sadly.”

“Missed opportunity. If you aren’t here to fuel my feminine rage, then why are you?”

“The video ended before you were satisfied.”

She walks her fingers across my chest, but I capture them in place. She pouts but responds without the veneer of seduction.

“It was all pretend. Don’t worry; I haven’t corrupted the fuckboy.”

“I’m not worried about Mason. If anything, he’s the one corrupting the both of you.”

“It was Vin’s idea to take the video.”

That gives me pause. I’m so taken aback, it takes several seconds to register what she thinks I’m saying.

“Be that as it may, you can’t feel good about how it ended.”

“I’m fine,” she says, her tone like an accusation.

“You’re not,” I shoot back.

“You don’t know anything about it. Not that it’s any of your business, but I came back to my room and rubbed a few out.”

“Is that why you can’t settle? These are 750 thread count Egyptian cotton and they’re trying to mummify you.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not laughing. Do you need relief, omega?”

She freezes under my arm. If I needed more confirmation—and I do not—this would have convinced me all on its own.

Izzy would be laughing her ass off if she were actually a beta.

“I’m sleeping in your omega’s room,” she replies. “But that doesn’t actually make me an omega.”

“I know, Isabelle. You can drop the act.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed that you refuse to listen to reason.”

“You left the pills out in your bathroom.”

“Fuck,” she grits out. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“No? It looks like an omega trying so hard to hide from the world that she’ll suppress her instincts and hormones and go after one of the few alphas the Admin wouldn’t be able to challenge an impromptu bond with?”

“Alright, it’s a little what it looks like.”

“Or?”

“Exactly what it looks like. Are you gonna interrogate me like this all the time? It’s fucking uncomfortable.”

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