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“We don’t have to knot you,” Jaxon says. “Hell, I can buy you some toys and leave you to it, if that’s what you want.” His jaw tenses. “But I for one want you here.”

“Jax …” Micah murmurs.

“No. I want her here.” His eyes bear into mine. “Where I can keep her safe.”

The alphas go quiet. I realize I’m holding my breath, though whether that’s in a vain attempt to stave off the pain, or because I, too, am waiting on something, I can’t tell.

Another wave of agony wraps its tendrils around me. And yet, that’s not the reason I grip my pen.

Nor is it why I show Pack Wilder alphas the words—NO HOSPITALS.

I’M YOURS.

Chapter Seventeen

Caleb

She has a scent. Our little rogue omega finally has a scent.

I pretended it didn’t bother me, not being able to sense her, but my inner alpha has been fuming. He wanted to know what it would be like to feel her, taste her, the way she deserves.

Pure lavender.

She floods my senses—a floral, peppery haze of need. Even as I put my hand on the side of her face, my thumb tracing her scar, I can barely hear myself speak the words.

“You’re sure about this?”

Faith thrusts her notepad in my face once more.

I’M YOURS.

“Seems pretty damn sure to me,” Jaxon growls.

Micah hovers, clearly harboring my same doubts. What if this is just Faith’s heat talking? It’s our job to take care of her. Not take advantage.

But for better or worse … I agreed to have her at Wilder Den. I agreed to keep her here, even knowing about the emergency heat. Our timeline might’ve been off, but the responsibility remains with us.

Jaxon helps Faith out of the covers. She wastes no time—leaping onto his lap, hooking her thighs around his waist.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunts. “That’s it. I gotcha.”

She kisses him like an omega starved—not on his lips, but his jaw, his neck, trailing further down until she reaches his shirt.

“Better take it off, Jax,” I advise. “Before she rips it off.”

My packmate eyes me over Faith’s shoulder, surprised I’m suddenly on board. Micah has the same look.

The way I see it, Faith has put her trust in us since the moment she arrived. If she’s telling us this is what she wants, then maybe it’s our turn to exchange the favor.

Suddenly Jaxon’s eyes trail down, landing on the prominent bulge in my pants.

Okay, so maybe the trust is just one part of it.

“We’re doing this,” Micah whispers. “God, are we really doing this?”

As if in response, Faith hisses, clawing right through Jaxon’s shirt. He throws his head back, scratch marks bleeding on his naked chest.

I scoff. “I warned you.”

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