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Roman turned toward Seb. “You’re coming with us, right?”

Seb did a double take, looking at Roman in abject shock. “Wait, you want me to come?”

“Of course.”

“It sounds like a family thing…” Seb trailed off. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” Roman insisted. “There’s no way in hell we are leaving you here on your own over Christmas.”

Seb nodded thoughtfully, looking between the guys. None of them had a negative look on his face. “Okay, then, I’ll come. Thank you.”

My heart stuttered in joy.

All my guys.

Hopefully, Roman’s parents liked me.

Chapter 23

Hazel

Iwas horny.

No matter how hard I tried to study, all I could think about was fucking.

My skin itched with the need. Even the oversized T-shirt I wore felt like too much clothing.

I needed to find someone to play with.

Tiptoeing down the hallway, I strained my ears to hear if any of the alphas were around.

Where were they when I needed them? I glanced into all their rooms. Nothing.

With a huff, I made my way to the laundry room. If none of them were immediately available, a few items of their clothing would have to do.

Would getting myself off while sniffing their clothing be weird? Of course, it would, but pregnancy makes for one bonkers omega.

Once in the laundry room, I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on the large wicker hamper in the corner.

Bingo!

My hands clawed through the fabric, bringing various items up to my nose for a sniff test. The stinkier the better. Old hockey clothing would be best. The guys stank after a game.

When Seb had started to play hockey, I had assumed he wouldn’t work up much of a sweat—they were playing on ice, so surely, that kept them cool?

My best friend quickly proved that notion false when he hugged me after a game before his shower, and he smelled so goddamn potent.

“Duchess?”

The voice pulled me out of my desperate dig through the laundry hamper. Standing up straight, I turned on my heel to find a very confused-looking Roman standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of sleeping shorts. My eyes raked over his body.

Yummy.

“Hi…” My voice was breathy.

“Are you okay? Your scent is out of control. I got a whiff of it from downstairs.”

“Where were you?” I whined.

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