Page 95 of Mated to the Wolves

“Huh. What do you want in your omelet?” Kirk asks.

I appreciate the change of subject.

“Ham, cheese, peppers, and mushrooms please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You keeping things from us, Princes?” Bo walks in, black sleep pants riding low on his hips.

I want to lick the V-shaped Orion’s belt on display.

“Huh?”

He chuckles. “My eyes are up here.”

Clearing my throat, I lift my head. Bo shakes the bottle of Ashwanda pills. I groan. “Where did you find those?”

“You shouldn’t leave things lying around if you don’t want them found.”

“They weren’t.”

“Your purse fell over in the car last night.”

Bo mocking melodic tone makes me want to scream.

“And of course, you were the one to find them.” I glare.

“I’m not sure where you got them.” Bo stares at the back of Kirk’s head, who ignores him.

I speak quickly, to avoid an agreement. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t take them anymore after last night.”

“Good.” Popping off the cap, he pours them into the sink. “Don’t fuck with your body chemistry again.”

“Or what?” I tip my chin up.

“You need to have indications of your heat. Imagine if that happened last night. We barely fought off two men enthralled by your sweet scent. Imagine an entire room.”

I sway, grabbing onto the counter nearest to me to steady myself when the blood rushes from my head.

“Last night revealed a serious weakness. Until one of us fucks our permanent mark onto you, others may try to take what’s ours. We need to fix that.”

“You—.”

“Before we go out in public again. Pick whoever you want, I don’t care, but we aren’t going into a situation like sitting ducks. If Alpha wanted to force our hand, he succeeded.”

Bo’s crude, but he’s not wrong. Unsure what to say I nod. Better the Devils I know is the name of this game.

“We’ll go shopping for groceries today. It won’t be long from how ripe you smell,” Bo continues.

“Do you have to be so crass?” I look away, toying with the ends of my hair.

“Are you going to pretend you don’t like when I talk about how your needy pussy needs to be stuffed, Princess?”

A shiver of arousal rolls through me.

Bo chuckles. “Thought so.”

“Omelets ready. Have a seat.” Kirk’s voice and my grumbling stomach end our standoff.

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