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“Thanks.” He grabbed a towel from a pile stacked on a table and rubbed it over his face and head before moving it down his pecs and stomach, my eyes following his every move.

It was a feat to keep from licking my lips…or crossing the room and licking the spiced rum scented sweat covering that perfectly chiseled body. He looked like he belonged on the latest cover of Alpha XL.

“That for me?” he asked, nodding his head at my mug.

It took a few moments for my brain to catch up to his words and for me to stop ogling his half naked body.

“What? No. It’s mine. Get your own.”

He stuck his tongue out at me, so I returned the gesture, then giggled the whole way up the stairs.

CHAPTER 4

Ax

Two months ago

“We need an omega,” I said, leaning my head against the seat as Enzo drove the three of us home in the pack SUV.

“Why the fuck would we need an omega? We have Issa,” Enzo said.

“We don’t have her. She simply lives with us,” I grumbled. I swore I’d been walking around with a case of blue balls since the day she’d walked through our door with the understanding she was willing to give our pack a shot. And, thankfully, she hadn’t left.

“She’ll come to us when she’s ready,” Cyrus said, turning his upper body to look at me over his shoulder.

“Or we find a male omega for her. She’s comfortable around us but is still wary of other alphas. And we don’t want herto feel as though she’s being replaced or like her place with us is threatened. A male omega wouldn’t be a threat, could actually help her lean into her natural beta instincts, and…maybe rev up her libido.”

“What makes you think she doesn’t have a libido? Not everyone wants your dick,” Enzo grumbled around a yawn.

“Just because I can’t smell her arousal doesn’t mean she doesn’t want me, asshole. And yeah,everyonewants this dick.” I smiled to myself as I dropped my head back again. “But you both know I’m right.”

“An omega wouldn’t scare her. And it would be someone to hang out with while we’re at work. She’s got to be bored out of her mind when we’re out,” Cyrus offered, always the voice of reason.

“She’s scared of being alone, too. She won’t sleep in her bed unless we’re home,” Enzo pointed out.

“See? If we found an omega, there would be another body there so she wouldn’t feel alone. And omegas tend to be more outgoing and could help her break out of her shell.”

Cyrus nodded. “She’s been doing a lot better with her nightmares, but mainly when she coerces me into sleeping in her bed.”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s a whole lot of arm twisting there,” I said with an eye roll. I had to bully my way into the room and declare a pack cuddle just to have her pressed against my body.

“She didn’t freak out at the grocery store the last time she let me drag her along,” Enzo pointed out.

The first time she left the house after she’d escaped the claws of her former alpha, she’d nearly had a panic attack when a trio of alphas moved down the aisle toward where she and Cyrus were shopping.

She really was doing an amazing job at working through her trauma, but we would all prefer she saw a licensed therapist, someone who knew how to help her with the kind of issues she suffered after her fucked up bonding with Antonio.

“Do you realize how fucking rare male omegas are?” Enzo pointed out as if I hadn’t already thought about that.

“We have time. Not like we’re in a rush to create heirs or some shit. We put out some feelers, maybe even approach an agency, thenfind the right person for her. We let her decide. If she’s not up to another member joining the pack or doesn’t get along with the omega, we throw the whole plan out the window,” I said.

Exhaustion was settling in my bones now that we were finally on our way home for the night. And we had actually taken the next two days off to spend more time with Issa.

We’d been working nonstop lately, and I wanted to try to get her out of the house again, but this time on a date, maybe to a nice restaurant or something. Especially after all the grumbling she’d done about not needing the fancier clothes since she didn’t go anywhere.

Personally, I was dying to see her in one of the dresses I’d bought her, especially one of those I knew would cut high on her thighs and give me glimpses of her cleavage.

She was comfortable around us, had even changed in front of me – while keeping her tits and lower half covered under panties and a bra – and was fine with puppy piles. But that didn’t mean she was ready to take anything further than that.

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