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“They adopted me as their own,” I say. “I’m theirs and they’re mine. I can walk into that house a complete mess, and Flynn will bring me cookies, Shaw and Everest will offer to kill whoever upset me, and Ambrose will get really inventive in his torture techniques to make me laugh. Wren will snuggle with me on their couch while we enjoy the ridiculousness of her pack. Eventually, it pulls me out of my funk. It just hasn’t been helping as much anymore.”

Moving around them to run up to my nest, I admit to myself that my soul is tired. I’m depressed, and I don’t know how to pull myself out of the hole I’m in.

I want to know if they joined the dating app to get closer to me, or if they hijacked it completely. I don’t know where my phone is either. Wren is going to blow my dad up with questions if I go too long without responding back.

What a fucking mess.

Slamming the door to the room closed, I shudder as the combined scents of the alphas hit me all at once. Oh my God…

Tears fill my eyes as I let myself mourn the small slice of happiness I found. It’s over now. No matter what, I can’t see it happening again. I need to trust the people I give my body to, and while I was able to suspend that for the sake of my heat, I know too much to be able to trust them right now.

Angry sex is different, though, not that I’m planning on that either. Cursing out my needy pussy under my breath, I strip thesheets from the mattress. Under other circumstances, this would be my dream nest.

The blankets are the different textures that I love, soft and warm.

If Aiden was in my nest while I was sedated, then he got a firsthand look at all of the things I love. I feel violated that he was in my space, a place that no one else gets to go inside. While the staff cleans my room at Dad’s house, I clean my nest.

It’s where I draw the line.

I feel as if I don’t belong anywhere anymore, and dash away the tears that are falling down my cheeks at a faster pace. I’m more emotional after my heat, the drop after being so vulnerable is steep, especially after finding out who Leather and Whiskey is.

Opening the door, I drop the bedding outside of the room before going back and collecting the alphas’ clothing. I keep Evan’s only, though I’m unsure as to why.

“Aisling,” Caelin says, startling me from my thought as I toss the clothing outside of the door. “Poppet, you’re seriously cleansing us from your nest?”

“Yep,” I grunt. Turning, I hunt inside of the connecting bathroom for cleaning supplies, lining them up on the nightstand. “Fuck around and find out at it’s finest, Caelin.”

Looking up at his pale blue eyes, I shrug. “I don’t think you understand that I’m used to losing people. The difference is that this time, you’re alive, stalking my every move, but you’re dead to me. Don’t play with an omega’s emotions. It’ll never go the way you expect it to.”

Pulling the sweatshirt over my head, I toss it onto the clothes, ignoring his gasp of surprise. Slamming the door to the nest closed, I lock it and begin cleansing my nest before I’ll allow myself to shower.

There are more tears, but I force myself to turn them off once I drop onto the mattress in exhaustion.

I’m clean, my body no longer carrying their shared scents. It doesn’t make me feel any better though. I feel empty instead. I just need a nap, and then I’ll figure things out. Curling into Evan’s long-sleeved shirt, I let the world fall away as I pass out.

Domh

“I can’t do this,” I rasp, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling. Aisling is upstairs in her nest, and hasn’t come down. She’s barely eaten in four fucking days.

My alpha need to protect her from herself is almost unbearable.

“I washed all of her sheets and put them back outside of her room,” Evan whispered. “She didn’t want a single piece of us. I didn’t find my favorite shirt, though. Think she kept it?”

He’s taking this hard. Evan has always worried that he’s disposable as a beta, unwanted for an omega. Aisling definitely wanted him, but she’s lumped him in with the rest of us, because we’re pack. Fuck.

“Maybe,” I tell him, hoping she did. There’s clothing that we bought in the closet, so she’ll have her choice. We planned for every eventuality except the one where she fought against biology.

“She’s stubborn,” Aiden grunts. “Her father just texted. I don’t want to tell him. He’ll be gutted to know that she thinks he lied to her. The old man is different with Aisling. You should have seen him when I snuck into her nest. He looked like he hadn’t slept, eyes red, completely unhinged.”

“The only thing keeping him from killing us is her,” I sigh. “We need to get her to forgive us.”

“We need to make it impossible for her to leave,” Caelin contradicts. “We need to put the paperwork in stating that she isPack Hayes omega. I’ll forge her signature, she wears our bites. She won’t be able to escape us while we figure our shit out.”

“And I thought I was obsessive,” I mutter. Caelin’s lips merely curl into a smug smile, unbothered by my observation. “We know more about her than she does us, and I think that’s an issue.”

“She knows you,” Evan says. “If things were different, she’d keep you. You two have been openly dating.”

Standing, I wrap my hand around Evan’s throat and shove him into the wall before kissing him hard. “Jealousy, while I think is fucking hot, is unwarranted, Evan. We all kept Aiden’s fucked up secrets. I think we should claim her to the Healthy Pack Organization.”

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