Page 77 of Faith and Fury

Her sharp blue eyes flick open, finding mine in an instant. I don’t know what I expect to scent in her pheromones. Embarrassment? Shame? She gives me neither—purring in gentle greeting.

The vibrations must wake Micah. He purrs back instinctively, rubbing his hands along her back, before he notices me.

“Caleb!”

He jerks up, color flooding his cheeks.

“A word,” I grunt.

Frowning, Faith rises out of Micah’s lap. She faces me, stark naked, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. If not for the glint in her eye—testing me—I might think she was being naïve.

But no. She senses the erection in my pants as clearly as Jaxon did. She wants me to see her.

Maybe to see what I’m missing.

“Alone,” I say, sharply.

She scans the room, no doubt searching for her notepad, when Micah puts a hand on her arm.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Stay in bed. I’ll bring you coffee in a minute.”

She signs something, her hands moving too fast for my less-than-rudimentary comprehension. Micah smiles.

“I know, I know—two shots, no sugar.”

I stand there, flabbergasted, as Micah gathers his clothes. There are scratch marks over his shoulders—I guess our omega really gave him a run for his money.

I snap at my inner alpha—stop that. She’s not ours.

Once he’s dressed, Micah meets me out in the living room. “I know what you’re going to say,” he begins, tactfully, “but before you do—”

“How did you know?” I demand, surprising myself. “What she was saying?”

He cocks his head. “You mean the sign?” At my glare, he goes on, “The pain meds have been making her drowsy. I suggested she start drinking coffee, maybe counteract the symptoms, and she taught me how to take her order.” He shrugs. “It’s pretty basic, but, y’know … I’m getting there. Jaxon, too.”

“Jaxon?”

“Mm-hm. He keeps pestering her to show him new words.”

It’s hard to know what makes me angrier—that Faith's taking my packmates away from me, or that they’re taking her away from me.

“Caleb.” Micah takes a breath. “I promise—what you just saw, it … it wasn’t planned. At least, not like that.”

Like what? Me, waking up, worried you were having another episode, only to find you in her bed?

I bite my tongue. “During her heat was one thing, Micah. But getting your rocks off in the middle of the night—”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Do not interrupt me.”

An acidic scent shoots out from Faith’s doorway. I turn to find her leaning against the wall, snarling viciously.

“Omega.” Micah hurries to steady her. “You shouldn’t be on your feet.”

She pays him no mind, those blazing eyes fixed on me.

Micah looks between us. “Oh. Hey, no, it’s alright. Caleb and I were just talking. Nothing to worry about.”

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