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Mrs. Giltbrook’s gaze jumped between the guest and Roman. “You know this boy?” she asked, her voice tight.

“This is Caroline Kingswood’s boy! Surely you’ve met them? I’ve spent many summers with his family.” That was an understatement. If memory served, Derik Fayette spent his summers in a small but extravagant seaside gated community, where Roman’s family also happened to own property. It was the kind of place where money wasn’t all you needed to acquire property; you needed connections and popularity.

Her face turned white, her expression pure panic. “K-Kingswood?”

Roman nodded. It took monumental effort to not burst out laughing. Mrs. Giltbrook cared deeply about her social standing, and it was finally dawning that she had just been hurling insults at the son of one of the most influential women in society.

“Do you want to continue? What was it you were just calling me, a degenerate?” Roman cocked his head as he spoke.

Hazel’s mother stuttered, standing up straighter, running a hand over her hair. “N-now, let’s not be hasty.”

“Hasty? You set up an engagement party for my omega, without her knowledge. Hazel is my pack’s omega, and pregnant, so she’s not going anywhere. Unless she’s being kept against her will, there is nothing you can do or say. Duchess, are we keeping you against your will?” he asked, turning to the omega in my arms.

“Nope,” Hazel said, popping the p.

“In that case—”Roman turned back to Mrs. Giltbrook, his arms spread wide“—I guess we’ll be taking our leave. I wish I could say it was a pleasant visit, but my parents taught me not to lie.”

Chapter 33

Hazel

“Holy shit, bro. Did you see her face?” Cormac laughed as we piled through the front door of the pack house.

“I’m definitely going to be disowned.” I laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it.

“Don’t worry, you’re ours, so their money is irrelevant,” Roman said, wrapping his arms around me from behind in a tight hug, burying his face in my hair.

“Just in case that little show didn’t make it clear enough, Duchess, we’re a pack. Eventually, we will make it official—we love you, and we are so excited to have a family with you!” Roman declared, his words somewhat muffled by my hair.

I wanted to turn around and face him, but his grip was too tight, so I just let my body melt into his touch.

“You know what? I think I got the message!” I laughed.

Seb walked up to me, a shit-eating grin on his face as he cupped my cheeks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mother at a loss for words. I’ve got to give you credit for that, Roman.” He glanced over my head as he spoke.

Roman shrugged behind me, something I only knew because I could feel his shoulders moving. “What good is my social status if I can’t use it to embarrass middle-aged, snooty bitches?”

“I hear that,” Seb muttered, before kissing me, softly at first, but the tempo quickly changed. His movements became more demanding, and at the same time, Roman’s hands started wandering upward, toward my breasts.

“Maybe we should celebrate?” Roman asked, his tone suggestive.

“Fuck, yeah!” Cormac shouted from somewhere to the left of me.

I pulled back so my face was mere inches away from Seb’s grinning one. Biting my lip, I put on an overly thoughtful expression. “I think I could be convinced to celebrate.”

My feet left the ground as Roman hauled me into the air, quickly moving from the entryway to the den, and depositing me on a couch.

Reaching out my hands to steady myself on the leather couch, I glanced between my alphas.

All four of them.

I’m an omega, and I have four alphas who want me!

Phillip sat on the sofa next to me, and I took the opportunity to hop onto his lap, my legs on either side of his hips.

“Hi.” I giggled lightly, my hands gripping either side of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He willingly leaned into it, his lips sweet, like he had just drank a soda.

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