Page 56 of Pucking the Enemy

“She’s been sick,” Phillip said, his voice rumbling in his chest pressed against my back. “The baby. She needs to be with people who will look after her.”

“I’ll look after her!” Seb cried.

“Well… where the fuck have you been?” Roman asked, cocking his head to the side.

That shut Seb up for a moment.

“Look, it’s what’s best for me and the baby right now, Seb,” I assured him, keeping my voice soft. “Living with the guys will be good. I can’t really be on my own right now. I’ve been so sick.”

He nodded silently, looking at the floor, deep in thought, before looking back at me. The hurt in his eyes was a gut punch.

“In that case… I’m coming with you guys.”

I cocked my head as Cormac audibly scoffed. “Dude, like we would let you.”

He glared at each member of the Kingswood pack individually. “You will, because while I’ve been a shitty friend lately, there is no fucking way in hell I am letting Hazel move in with three strange alphas just because they knocked her up.”

Chapter 19

Seb

Of all the stupid ideas I’d had in my life—and I’d had my fair share of stupid ideas—this one took the cake.

But there was no way in hell I was going to let Hazel leave me like this. My chest felt like it was going to implode with how fast my heart was beating.

Why had I been such an idiot? Why had it taken me so long to realize just how much I cared about Hazel? As soon as I realized the extent of my feelings, she was being ripped from my grasp.

Not just that, she was about to go and live with the alphas who I had gotten into multiple fights with on the ice? Roman Kingswood had a reputation, and it wasn’t a good one.

My stomach churned at the idea of Hazel being dragged into his web. My sweet, caring, lovely Hazel would be chewed up and spat out before she even realized it.

Then again, the way Roman looked at her seemed downright adoring.

And, for some reason, that just made me feel worse.

Of all the people for her to run into, why’d it have to be him? It should have been me.

Not that I was going to confess that I was in love with her while standing in her hallway with a pack of alphas who’d gotten her pregnant and were moving her to their pack house.

“You’re not moving in with us,” the redhead—Cormac—said with a laugh.

“If she’s moving in with you, then so am I.” I kept my voice hard, unrelenting, even though I was panicking internally.

Hazel had been sick—sick enough for her to agree to move in with these guys. I had taken too long to get over myself and come back to her. In my absence, she had found others to help her, and that was an arrow to my heart. How had I managed to fail her so badly, not just as a best friend, but also as an alpha? My kind were hardwired to look after omegas.

“Yeah… not happening,” Roman said, a grin firmly on his face.

“Roman.” Hazel’s tone was firm as she looked at him. “Let me talk to him.”

“Duchess…” He turned to her, clearly unhappy with that idea.

“Let me talk to him,” she repeated. Leaving Phillip’s arms, she jerked her head into her room, indicating I should follow her.

“Should we stay?” Cormac asked.

“I’ll stay while you guys take the boxes to the car. I don’t want to delay getting home. Hazel needs to rest.” Phillip gave me a pointed look.

Message received. Don’t stress out the pregnant omega.

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