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“Did you like when he fucked you in the alley?” I purr. I’m not an alpha, but I can emulate it just fine.

“My body liked it, but I kept overthinking it,” she explains, lips pursed in frustration. “It’s really confusing when I think about it. I have a lot of conflicting feelings.”

“That’s okay,” I say. “I often vacillate between wanting to punch them all and kissing them. I think it’s perfectly acceptable.”

Her sweet giggle helps me relax slightly. I’m very nervous about fucking up this conversation and it feels important. As if the health of our pack hinges on it.

“He has an obsession with hearing me say his first name,” she says. “I must be a masochist because I don’t want to give it to him.”

“Nah, baby. You’re a grade A brat,” I tell her. “You enjoy pushing him, it just went too far last night. The two of you need a reset button, I just don’t know how to give it to you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about that, and I let her, content that she’s willing to at all. Aiden Hayes is a lot of things, but he’s worth the risk of figuring him out. It’s up to them to figure out how.

Chapter 27

Aisling

Over the last week, odd things have been happening. Aiden is sporting two black eyes, and Domh, Evan, and Caelin are quietly ignoring their bruised and split knuckles.

Sitting at the breakfast table, I sip my coffee as I gaze at them all. They’re talking about what they’re doing today, things they’re looking forward to, while I feel like an awkward onlooker.

There’s a gorgeous purple orchid bloom sitting in front of me on the table, and it’s been there since I walked into the kitchen.

A part of me thinks it’s Aiden, who is completely ignoring me as I take another sip of coffee. Domh puts a blueberry muffin with crumble topping, that looks suspiciously like Flynn’s baking, on a plate, sliding it toward me as he continues to discuss a contract that he’s working on for Dad.

Flynn’s working through his trauma with Dr. Alys, but there are good and bad days. There’s still a lot of anxiety, and while he’s still rage baking, it’s not as out of control as it was. He’s dealing with a lot of shame and worry that his pack willthink there’s something wrong with him for how he’s processing things.

I was over at Pack Mohan’s home a few days ago when he had a meltdown, and we all held him, while Wren and the guys reassured him.

Was it awkward that I was there? No, because I swear Flynn held on as tightly to me as he did everyone else. Normal is simply a word in the dictionary, it doesn’t define how you should feel or act.

There are a lot of different kinds of family, and I’m a part of his.

I know I need to make an appointment with Dr. Alys, but don’t trust myself not to break apart. I’m holding on to things with twine and glue, knowing that neither are going to last long. Then, there’s the added issue of my upcoming heat that I need to handle soon.

Stifling a sigh, I pick up the muffin and take a bite, my eyes closing as the flavors burst over my tastebuds. Fuck, that’s so good.

“I need to make sure we always keep some of Flynn’s muffins in the house after this,” Domh mutters under his breath, clearing his throat as he adjusts his erection.Well that answers that.“I’m off now.”

I may have made a moan or two while eating, and everyone in the pack around me is adjusting themselves now. Oops. This muffin is too damn good to care about the cocks rising to meet my noises.

They can just deal.

Finishing my muffin, I sigh happily, happy to start the day. Standing, I throw away my trash and wash my cup before beginning to walk toward the garage. Someone will intercept me at some point.

They always do.

“I’m with you today, Aisling,” Caelin says, surprising me. He’s usually really busy, I thought I’d be with Evan. “I’ll work on things on my computer while you’re doing your thing. WiFi is a wonderful thing.”

His response is to the surprised glance I gave him, and I roll my eyes. Smart ass. I know how untethered workspaces happen, I just didn’t realize that’s how he’s planning to work today.

“Alright then,” I tell him. “It’s a pretty boring day.”

Aiden snorts as he walks around me to start his day, and Evan shakes his head.

“If anyone deserves a day where they’re not running around, you do, Aisling,” he says.

In the blink of an eye, Caelin and I are alone in the house, and I walk out into the garage with him.

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