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Micah considers this for a moment, making me think I’ve won him over, before he blurts out, “I want to give her everything. This den. Our pack. Fang. Whatever she wants.”

My heart warms at the words. “Amen.”

He looks up at me sheepishly. “But that might be the most naïve part of all.”

I drink my beer, pretending to mull it over, wanting more than anything for these questions to end.

Faith is our omega. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her see that.

Can’t it be that simple?

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Caleb briefs us on the expedition while Faith showers. She doesn’t reek of sewerage quite as much as I expected, which is a nice surprise. Until Caleb explains.

“She froze?” I ask.

“It was a panic attack. Not violent, luckily, but the disassociation wasn’t much better.” His jaw tightens. “She’s not going underground any time soon.”

How did I not see this coming? Faith nearly shattered the windows when we first drove her into the garage. Of course she’s not ready for the tunnels.

“I need to see her,” I say, standing. Caleb grabs my shoulder.

“Let her wind down first. She’s a little unsteady.”

Micah frowns. “Want me to check in? Gauge how she’s doing, medically?”

“She’ll see right through you. Besides, we’re keeping her strictly surface-level for the time being.”

“She still needs to know how to manage her panic,” Micah insists. “If it’s as bad as you say, she could end up hurting someone. Or herself.”

“And then we’re back to square one,” I mutter.

Caleb hesitates. He doesn’t so much as a look at me, all of his attention pinned on Micah. I try to tune in to whatever psychic wavelength they’re both on, but obviously it’s not for my ears.

The bathroom door rattles, Faith emerging with a towel wrapped around her chest. The mere sight of her causes heat to rise in my pants. I swallow thickly.

She signs something I almost understand, but Micah is quicker.

“We’re fine,” he answers. “Sorry—dinner will be ready in five.”

I don’t loose my breath until she closes her bedroom door. Just standing there, I can scent my own arousal, floating out of me in swirling torrents, my inner alpha wanting so desperately for her to notice.

“Jaxon,” Caleb says, hoarsely.

I blush.

My packmates disperse. I’m left waiting in the living room, my cock unrelenting hard, wondering if five minutes is enough time to get myself off to that perfect image.

My omega, hair still wet, coming out of the shower.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Micah

My phone buzzes constantly throughout the day.

JAXON

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