Page 76 of Faith and Fury

I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes. Gently, I shake my head.

He tucks my hair behind my ears. “How about I clean you up? Maybe make you some—”

With a sharp chuff, I lay my head flat against his chest.

Alpha’s not going anywhere, my inner omega growls. He’s mine. All mine.

And for the first time in a long time … I’m inclined to agree with her.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Caleb

My blood runs cold the second I feel the empty sheets.

I jolt up, scanning the bedroom. There’s only Jaxon, snoring softly on the other end of the bed. Micah’s scent is stale, like he’s been gone a while.

Not good, my inner alpha rumbles.

He must’ve had another nightmare. Decided not to wake me up, even though I’ve told him a hundred times that that’s what I’m here for. I’m his head alpha, for Christ’s sake. I’m supposed to take care of him—of both of them.

I venture out into the living room. “Micah?” I call.

The TV has been left on, muted. Was he watching it last night, trying to fall back asleep? It doesn’t sound like Micah—I’d sooner find him buried in a textbook than watching some crappy infomercial.

I check the kitchen. Still nothing.

Then, right as panic begins to take hold, I smell it.

Micah’s scent … and Faith’s.

I follow my nose to her bedroom door, slightly ajar. Cautiously, I peer inside.

None of my suspicions quite prepare me for what I find: Faith, slumped on top of my packmate, the pair of them joined—quite literally—at the hips. Completely exposed but for a single bedsheet.

Without warning, my cock springs to attention.

God, that’s a gorgeous sight.

Micah’s face is so at peace. The same goes for Faith—blank, soft, radiant even in sleep. They merge together so beautifully, breathing in almost perfect synchronicity.

I fight the urge to palm at my erection, so turned-on it’s hard to stand up straight.

“Goddamn.”

I snap around to see Jaxon peering over my shoulder. He must’ve heard me calling out.

He whistles. “Our packmate’s got game, huh?”

My lip curls, though I don’t have much of a leg to stand on—not with my own obvious arousal. “Go back to bed,” I tell him. “Better yet, take a cold shower. I’ll handle this.”

“Handle it, huh? Without me?”

“Jaxon,” I growl.

His gaze drifts down to my crotch, then back up to me, meaningfully, before he backs off. “Sure. One cold shower coming up.”

I wait until he’s gone before knocking on Faith’s door.

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