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“He has so much energy,” I chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Wren says, her eyes moving to look at me. “What’s going on with you, girl? Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“It’s weird,” I mutter. “I don’t even know how to explain it.”

Sitting up, Flynn frowns at me. I hate putting that look on his face and move, so I can see both of them.

“Are they gone yet?” I ask, blushing. “I don’t think I can have this conversation if they’re here.”

Wren stands lithely, padding silently out of the room to see if the alphas are gone yet. Ambrose took his own car out hours ago and isn’t home yet, which means he could either be gone for hours or return at any moment.

“Is someone harassing you?” Flynn growls. “The guys would end him if they are. Is it your dad?”

“Dad? No, I swear that man is a saint for all the gray hairs I’ve been giving him since I moved in,” I say with a small smile. “He doesn’t love all of my decisions, but he stands by them with me.”

“Good,” Flynn says, relaxing. “That’s how it should be. Who else is fucking with you?”

Wren comes back in, her hazel eyes bouncing between us. “They just left, and Amb won’t be back for a while either. What did I miss?”

“No one is fucking with me,” I mutter. “Well, one of my dad’s guards is an asshole, but Dad beat the shit out of him for it.”

“Really?” Wren asks, climbing back onto the couch. “Okay from the beginning, Ais. Maybe we can help figure out whatever it is.”

Blowing out a breath, I pull a blanket over me. It’s weighted, hand crocheted, and a pretty shade of blue. This room is an omega’s heaven with how comfortable it is.

“I had my first heat the morning after my eighteenth birthday,” I tell them, swallowing hard. “I knew it was possible, so I went to the sex store to buy supplies. I didn’t want to get caught without something to help.”

“Smart,” Flynn says approvingly. “What went wrong? I’m assuming something did?”

“I found out my dad had been looking for me on my eighteenth birthday. One of his men was following me, and I ran from him. I had no idea what his agenda was, all I knew was that an alpha chasing me was bound to mean trouble,” I explain.

“I dropped my bags when he shoved me against the wall to get me to stop running, so I drew my knife on the dickhead,” I say. Wren smirks with a nod, and I continue. “Unfortunately, my sex toys also fell all over the pavement, and Hayes had some thoughts about that. I think he may have called me a whore.”

“Fucker,” Flynn snarls. “Can we let Everest have him? Please?”

“Dad says he needs Hayes alive for some reason,” I say, shrugging. I try not to think about how I would feel if he was dead. He means nothing to me. “Anyway, I agreed to meet my dad, and Hayes was asked to put my things up in my room. Except, he stole my sex toys, thinking it would be funny, and left a stupid note and a knife. When my heat hit, I dragged a few things into my closet.”

“Aisling,” Wren whispers, eyes growing wide.

Blinking away tears, I can’t keep them inside as they slowly spill onto my eyelashes. “The pain was awful, and the agony I felt knowing I was alone made it worse. Dad had to go on a trip, my grandparents were out of town, and the staff also left. I don’t know that it would have mattered though, because the closet is soundproof,” I rasp. “I screamed and held onto the knife, and even considered using it, but I blacked out first. Now, I’m terrified to go through another heat.”

“But that was how long ago?” Flynn asks, reaching out to hold my hand. He’s not huge on touch with most people. I’m an exception along with his pack.

“November,” I reply with a wince. “I’m medicated under a doctor during it. Lately, Wren and I have overlapping heats, so no one notices when I drop off the face of the earth for four days.”

“We’re terrible friends,” Wren mutters. “Who is medicating you? What does that mean?”

“Dr. Fields,” I tell her, sniffling. “Dad has him on standby the second I start nesting. Heats aren’t an exact science, and mine is a little unpredictable.”

“Mine is the same way as far as being unpredictable,” Flynn says, squeezing my hand.

“It can’t be good for you to be knocked out once a month. And whatever happened to the alpha dick?” Wren asks and I nod, not looking forward to the next part of this conversation.

“Dad found out what Hayes did, and he wouldn’t stop making stupid backhanded comments in Dad’s presence,” I say. “He was asked to call the doctor, and he was in fact, a dick. Dad excused himself and beat the shit out of Hayes.”

“Go Cian,” Flynn whispers. “Holy shit. Your dad is amazing.”

“He loves me,” I agree. “Now, the doctor is saying that I can’t go on indefinitely having medicated heats without repercussions.”

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