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“We’re out of time, aren’t we?” I ask her. “We have to go.”

I meet Caelin and Evan’s eyes worriedly and they nod.

“I’m sorry,” Aisling whispers. “I was going to call Pack Royal and cancel this date. I didn’t because something about it felt wrong.”

“Mine,” Evan snaps, eyes wild. He’s never enjoyed sharing his toys outside of the people he has to. There have been many fights from the playground to the bar. “I know I don’t have a knot…”

“You have a cock and I need it,” she groans. Laying her head on my chest, Aisling winces. “My filter is completely gone. It’s probably going to get worse.”

“Be crass,” Caelin grunts. “Curse, tell me to knot your pretty little ass, tell me what you need. I don’t give two shits for societal norms, poppet.”

“I need knots and cum,” she rasps. “Right fucking now. I don’t have a great pain tolerance. It hurts.”

Then we’re leaving. Wrapping her coat around her shoulders, I pick her up, and the guys rise as well. Evan tosses cash on the table even though we didn’t order anything, and Caelin grabs my phone, since my arms are full. Striding toward the back door, the three of us walk out of the restaurant without a care in the world.

I’ll burn the world down in an effort to care for my girl.

Aisling

I’m burning up. I thought I could hold out for a little longer, have a nice, normal date, but I can’t do anything normal.

“Shh, normal is overrated, Sugar,” Domh grunts under his breath. Oops, I didn’t realize that I was talking out loud. His lips twitch, and I press my lips together to keep myself from saying embarrassing things.

“I think our date is perfectly normal for us. Now, I’m going to make you come in the car as we drive home.”

“Home?” I ask, trying now to think about the other things he said. I want all of it to happen as soon as possible.

“Mmhmm,” Evan says, opening the back door for us. “That’s where you belong.”

“I have a home,” I say, trying to follow the conversation. It’s not like it’s every day that an omega finds herself in a heat during her date with a pack who is obsessed with her.

Because that’s what this is. They’ve had almost three months with my scent to pop into places where I’m at. I’m my father’s daughter. Every time I thought I felt eyes on me, I probably did.

Not to mention they’re mafia men. Fucking stalkers, every one of them.

“That’s true,” Caelin drawls as we walk. My mittens and scarf are stuffed into my coat pockets, though my coat is kind of wrapped around me. The cool breeze cuts through any covering, but all I can feel is the fever starting to build.

“Faster,” Domh barks, and as one they start to jog toward the SUV parked nearby. I’m still cuddled against his chest, which means I slightly bounce in his arms as they move.

I have a feeling that I won’t be seeing my nest this heat. I worked so hard on it. Sniffling, I think about how much I’ll miss it.

“What’s wrong, Aisling?” Domh asks. His face looks concerned, his brows pulled down as he looks down at me.

“I need my nest,” I sob.

“Fuck,” Caelin sighs as they hustle into the vehicle. “Would it be better if we tell you that we made you a nest now or later? No matter what you’re coming with us.”

“You took my knife away to kidnap me?” I ask, punching Domh in the chest. I’m beginning to connect dots, though I’m unsure if they’re the right ones.

Did they plan this entire thing with lies to kidnap me? What’s real?

“Fuck, you hit hard,” he mutters, though he doesn’t rub it. “The boss teach you that?”

“He taught me a lot more,” I tell him. “I’m a decent shot, thanks to Dad.”

“I didn’t take your knife for that reason,” he promises. “It’s going to sound very odd, but you have a nest in our house. It’sbeautiful, filled with the things you like, and your dad knows you’re coming with us.”

“He what?” I ask, thinking about how my dad was acting oddly earlier.

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