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Dimly lit, comfortable, and more importantly, it smelled like all the alphas.

With a happy squeak, I jumped into the nest, rolling around a few times until I was comfortable.

“You like it?” Cormac asked.

“It’s pretty perfect,” I agreed with a happy nod.

“Why don’t you lie down for a bit? It’s getting late,” Phillip suggested.

Minutes later, I was out like a light, lulled into an easy sleep, surrounded by my familiar nest and the scents of my alphas.

Chapter 21

Phillip

“Hazel’s fast asleep,” I declared as I walked into the kitchen. Cormac and Roman were standing on one side of the kitchen island, Sebastian on the other. The atmosphere was slightly tense, and they kept throwing glares at one another.

“I don’t know why you let her bring him,” Cormac said, waving a hand at Sebastian while frowning at me.

“It’s not like I gave Hazel much of a choice,” Sebastian retorted. “She’s my best friend, and I wasn’t going to let her go off with three strangers.”

“I would hardly call us strangers, considering she’s pregnant with our child.”

“Does she even know your middle names?” he asked, raising his brows.

He had a point there.

“I don’t have a middle name,” Cormac declared with confidence.

That was total bullshit.

“Your middle name is Hamish,” Sebastian said in a deadpan voice. We all turned to him with varying looks of surprise.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Cormac exclaimed. “Have you been stalking me? I bet you have. I bet you set up cameras in our house! This is all part of some weird stalker conspiracy, isn’t it?”

Groaning, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Ignore him.”

“Last year, during the game with the Bears, you decided to scream at the top of your lungs, I’m Cormac Fucking Hamish Fucking Presley so loud, the entire rink could hear you.”

Cormac stilled, the annoyed look melting away as he remembered. “Oh yeah, I did do that. It was a damn good goal I saved!”

“You know, having him here could have his uses,” Roman said. “On the drive over here, he told me loads of information about Duchess. Regardless of whether we like him, he knows a lot about her, and we want what’s best for her.”

“As do I,” Sebastian confirmed.

“You did punch me last year, though,” Roman continued.

Sebastian snorted. “You know what, given the state of my face, I think we can say we’re even.”

Roman pursed his lips, shrugged, then nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle a truce. For Duchess.”

Cormac glanced between us, a disgruntled look on his face.

“I think we’re all going to have to play nice for Hazel’s sake. She won’t like it if any of you guys are punching one another,” I reasoned.

Cormac groaned. “I accept it, but I don’t like it. Truce?” he asked Sebastian.

He nodded. “Truce.”

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