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Wesley showed us his phone with the wedding invite open. “ After digging around, I hacked into the registry and found the invite. It says they need security guards. We can call the number.”

“Nice job,” I said, impressed. Wesley’s quick investigation skills were what I needed at this moment.

I grabbed my desk phone and quickly dialed the number on the wedding invitation.

“Paradise Cruises, how can I help you?”

“You have a flyer requesting security guards. I can assist with that, and so could two of my work buddies,” I said, holding my breath.

“Okay, email us your credentials and experience. We’ll be in touch.”

I hung up, uncertain. But after they saw our years of experience being cops, we’d get approved in no time.

“Start packing for the trip, men,” I said. “We’ll figure out how to bring her to Howl’s Edge once we’re on that ship with her.”

“Woo! Our lives are finally getting interesting,” said Tony, playing a tune on the guitar. “I wonder if she’s beautiful.”

“All omegas are stunning,” said Wesley.

I rolled my eyes as the two men conversed about the cruise trip and meeting an omega. When we first moved here, they were young in their early teens, and they had no experience with omegas. I was the oldest of the pack, so naturally, they looked to me as the leader.

I just hoped they had a little more self-control than me. They had no idea how alluring an omega’s scent was, and from what I observed of Tiana, her scent was dimmed, but it was there.

Because the next time I saw her, I didn’t know how I’d keep my hands to myself.

Five

TIANA

“Spread,” ordered Grant. He knelt in front of me, his jaw tense.

My legs spread open on the bed. As if there was an invisible force separating them against my will.

“Is this good?” I asked.

“Good girl,” said Grant. “Men, come and take a peek at our omega.”

Three men I had never seen before walked into the bedroom, their eyes glued to my sex. I writhed under their gazes, immensely turned on.

“Her pussy is dripping,” said the man with a ponytail.

“Please touch me,” I begged, spreading my legs wider, my breathing quickening and my pulse pounding.

Suddenly, I woke up with a gasp.

I sat up on the couch, my hand clutching my chest in shock. My panties were damp as hell. What the hell was that dream about? Why was I dreaming of having sex? I just met the cop last night, and I was having such explicit dreams.

“What’s wrong?” asked Lori carrying a bowl of frosted flakes and making her way over to the couch. I was at Lori’s apartmentafter taking a taxi to her house last night and being fed up with my parents.

I still didn’t believe what my parents said and didn’t want to think about what they said. There was no way in hell I was going to take the pills again. They were delusional and needed to be checked. They’d fill me up with drugs and more shit I didn’t need. I looked at my phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls from Mom.

I did a little research on the Internet about alphas, and it sent me into a rabbit hole of knotting and how they liked to dominate their omega. So I slept aroused as hell.

It was going to be hard to trust them again.

“I had the most stupid nightmare,” I sighed, stretching. My heart was still racing from the naughty dream, but I was starting to calm down a little.

“Share the dream,” she said, eating her cereal and watching me with concern in her wide eyes like nothing had happened with her car last night.

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