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“Go wild,” I sigh. “I can get you the address and his name. I’m not done yet, though.”

Domh starts to pace as he nods. “It’s already awful,” he mutters. “Keep going.”

“She slept in a park for I don’t know how long,” I continue. “She showered in the public restrooms, worked two shifts at different jobs, and eventually ended up in that tiny apartment. Aisling was alone for two years. So, I was all twisted up, angry, and resentful that she didn’t know who I was to her.”

“She didn’t know who I was either,” Caelin says softly, raising his hands to placate me. “Aren’t there scent blockers on the market? I started to think about it, and it would make the most sense.”

“What jobs was she working?” Domh asks, his mind already working.

“A coffee shop during the day and a bar at night till close. I actually met one of her bosses. I didn’t mind him much. Looked like he watched out for her,” I admit.

“The bartenders tend to use pheromone alpha scent blockers as a trick of the trade,” Domh grunts. “Pills, nasal sprays, gel under the nose. It all works so they can think clearly.”

“She’s not working anymore, so why is she using it?” I ask.

“The pack she met tonight smelled rancid,” Caelin snarls. “I wanted to clear my sinuses the second I left. There’s lots of reasons why she may still be using it. Bottom line, it’s not personal, Aiden.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I want to climb under a rock and never leave.”

“There’s more though, isn’t there?” Evan asks. He’s been a little quiet, but I know he’s been soaking in every word. His tendency to obsess about things also means that he is very observant as well.

As Caelin’s fingers twitch due to a need to keep himself still, I nod. I know he has to want his laptop so badly that he’s crawling out of his skin. He was a brat earlier, which means this is another way I’m punishing him for it.

Though, I’m the one who is going to need to grovel. Aisling’s father ordered me to never go near her again. As scary as that alpha is, keeping my pack from their omega is worse.

“There is,” I grunt. “When I brought her shit up to her room, I looked down at the bag filled with sex toys, and I was so fucking mad. I basically called her a whore to her face.”

“The pack she met with called her a whore, too,” Caelin snarls, and rightfully so. I’m never this righteous and stupid when it comes to sex.

People have a right to their own decisions, which is why I look the other way while Evan and Domh go out to drown in pussy. It’s because she was mine and I couldn’t have her that I reacted the way I did.

Her lack of reaction to me felt like a slap in the face.

“What did you do?” Domh asks. “The rest of the shit we can fix. Why do you look like the end of the world happened?”

“I stole her toys,” I rasp. “I did some other shit too that I’m not proud of. Essentially, I fucked up. I don’t know what happened, but Cian was so fucking pissed. What if she went into heat and was alone? Would Aisling have told him about this? All I know is that the doctor comes to the house once a month, and every time his face becomes more and more sour and angry.”

Memories of the note I left and the pocket knife fill me with disgust for myself.What if she had decided to use it on herself?I don’t even know why I left it, except that it’s one of my favorite pieces, and I wanted her to have something of mine. My delivery sucked.

“I get the feeling she’s dating so she can have someone see her through her heat,” Caelin says. “From what I understand, it’s painful to go through it alone. If she went through a heat without any help?—”

“She may be traumatized by the experience,” Domh whispers. “Fuck.”

“But why is the doctor coming every month? I don’t know of any reason why an omega would have a doctor intervene during a heat, if that’s why. Dr. Fields, Cian’s physician, is a beta,” Evan says slowly.

“I was a dick when I asked why she’d need a doctor,” I groan. “It’s like I can’t fucking help myself. I’m only alive because Aisling said that he shouldn’t kill me. So whatever happened was really terrible.”

“Holy fuck,” Caelin says. “You kept all of this to yourself. Why?”

“Shame,” I grunt. “And now, she’s your scent match and she’s actively dating for a pack to take care of her during her heats. How the fuck are we going to get a chance with her?”

“I need my laptop,” Caelin insists, jumping up and running upstairs for it. “Keep talking, but loudly!”

My lips twitch despite myself. “I need to know what types of alphas she’s looking at. If whatever she’s been doing for her heats isn’t working, which may be why the doctor looks so damn upset every time he comes to the house, then her father would tell her to try anything else within reason,” I say.

“I’ve never seen Cian the way he is with Aisling. It’s this overpowering adoration. He’s so patient with her.”

“How do you know this if you’re practically banned from seeing her?” Evan asks.

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