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As much as he deserves to be chewed up and spat out, it’s the last thing I feel like doing right now. All I really want is to relax.

Leaning against Enzo’s arm, I’m warm enough and comfortable enough to let my eyelids drift closed. I’m so damn tired. I’ve had way too many sleepless nights recently.

I just need to rest for a few …

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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We’re too much for Beth, all at once. I can feel it. She’s nervous and confused and underneath it all she’s desperate for some real rest. The kind of rest I used to take for granted before my perfume decided it would start malfunctioning.

I slip out of the booth to leave her alone with my least talkative Alpha.

Enzo usually unsettles strangers, but if she’s meant for us, he should have the opposite effect.

I move in beside Gio, wrapping my arms around his side and smiling against his shoulder as he puts a protective arm around me.

“You were gone all day,” I murmur close to his ear.

“You could have called me, if Enzo hadn’t taken my phone.”

He’s irritated, but I know that’s because Jack got hurt.

He’s never going to think he did anything wrong, and neither is Enzo.

They’re both stubborn, and it’s impossible to pick sides when they argue.

That’s because I can see both of their points, and they’re always valid.

“Jack’s okay,” I remind him. “I can sense how he’s feeling and he’s not in too much pain.”

“But he’s in pain?”

Okay. Now, he’s mad.

“He took aspirin, and he promised we’d go to the emergency room to get his injuries checked out after the gig. You know what he’s like when he’s got his heart set on something.”

Gio sighs, and his arm starts moving a little.

He’s rubbing my back as I snuggle against him.

We don’t usually get so close in public, but that’s only because Enzo’s typically the closest to me whenever we’re out of the house. Gio isn’t into PDAs other than hand holding. I prefer to be as close to my mates as I can be at all times, so I usually walk with Enzo or Jack.

“It’s starting,” I murmur as Jack walks up to the main microphone on stage.

I always get a thrill listening to his singing voice. It’s sexy in private, and, somehow, it’s even more powerful in public. Something about a crowd seems to energize our Delta and give his performance a little extra something, and that always translates into a very good night for me.

My pants start to tighten, and I try not to fully absorb the swell of lust that rises through the crowd in front of us when my mate on the stage begins to sing.

It’s beyond hot to feel a crowd react so strongly to Jack.

My Delta has no idea how incredible he really is.

I realize I’m rubbing against Gio’s leg when he taps a finger under my chin to bring my gaze upward. The look in his dark eyes is unmistakable. My breath catches as he leans in and brings his lips down on mine.

The kiss is just the first course.

I expect he’ll give me a few tastes before the gig is over, keeping my desire under control until we can get home and do whatever we like.

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