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I howl in agonized ecstasy, as two bond bites are made at once.

I’m marked as Thomas’ Omega and an official member of the Saint pack.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Saint Cage, Haven

My eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring up into two pairs of concerned eyes: aquamarine and gray.

Immediately, my hand raises to my neck.

I suck in a sharp breath as I trace over the bond bite.

“What day is it?” I rasp.

My throat is hoarse.

But then, how many times have I deepthroated Lincoln in the last twenty-four hours?

Plus, my lips barely stretched around Thomas’ giant cock. I should receive a medal for fitting that in my mouth: Services to Sucking.

My memory is hazy of my intense heat. But my body aches in the best way.

Delicate morning light filters through the window, illuminating the luxurious room with its books and vinyl records.

I’m lying in Thomas’ bed.

Last night, the bonding and deep connection with Thomas and Lincoln, feels like a perfect dream.

But it’s real.

So is my mission — to free all of us.

My gaze becomes determined because I’ve survived.

I’m alive.

I didn’t expect that.

I’d resigned myself to die. In some small way, I always have.

Having a health condition like mine has meant that I’ve worked my hardest every day to help my brother and to make my own dreams come true.

I’m the first Omega baker.

My bravery to make that happen was driven by knowing that I could die any day.

But I’ve survived.

And that’s because of my bond with these two men and our promise to free each other.

Freedom is as important to me as my life.

Some people would prefer to live their whole life in a cage, if it means that they’re safe.

But I wouldn’t.

I’m cool now. The fever has faded.

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