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“I sneak in from time to time, making sure my path won’t cross with hers,” I explain. “I still work for him, take care of his day to day shit. I even still drive Cian everywhere, unless he’s going to be with Aisling. It’s as if there’s a line between us now.”

“Fuck,” Domh says as Caelin hurries back down the stairs.

“She’s dating through an app called Cupid’s Call,” Caelin says as he crosses the living room to sit on the couch. “That’s Hollis’ app. She’s got some pretty heavy firewalls up, but she’s someone who works on the fly, so I may be able to clone her app. In layman’s terms, I can find out when her next date is.”

“Are we hijacking her date?” Evan asks, amused. “What kind of guys is she meeting with anyway?”

“Boring ones who judge her forward thinking,” Caelin says. He doesn’t realize what he said, but the last part was a stab to the chest.

I’m only twenty-nine years old. Why am I such a stick in the mud when it comes to her? I’m the oldest in our pack by sixmonths, while Evan is a year younger than me. We’ve always clicked well, which was a part of all growing up a few doors away from each other.

“No one tell my mother about this, please,” I groan, pulling on my curls. “She’ll fucking castrate me.”

“While you may deserve it this time, you have a pretty dick,” Evan jokes. “We have to fix this. Does anyone have a photo of her?”

Like the creeper I am, I open up my phone and hand him a photo I took when she wasn’t paying attention. She was out on the back deck with her dad, smiling as she cuddled under the blankets. For the record, I’m jealous of those too. I’m a fucking dickhead.

“Wow,” Evan says softly.

Domh stops pacing to glance over, his beard covered lip parting in surprise. “We’re done fucking betas, man,” he says. “I want her.”

“Yeah,” Evan rasps, swallowing hard. “But, what if she doesn’t want me? Or us?”

“The only one she wouldn’t want is me,” I mumble. “If you’re hijacking her date, I can’t be there. Sweet talk her, get her to another location, and then I’ll step in. I’m not sure my apology will go over well.”

“Are you going to throw her over your shoulder to fuck her into submission?” Domh asks, chuckling. “I don’t think that move is gonna work.”

“I feel like a fucking caveman around her,” I admit, watching as Evan practically drools over my phone.

No matter what, Aisling Sullivan has to be ours. My pack already wants her, whether they’re biologically matched or not. Hollis is going to be pissed at us too, and her father is a mafia man as well.

I’m not so sure we’re gonna make it out unscathed, but for her, it’ll be worth it.

Evan

My intrusive thoughts are screaming at me to sneak into Cian’s home and kidnap this little omega. She can wake up handcuffed to my bed with my dick balls deep inside of her. I don’t have a knot, but I do have a nice, thick cock.

“Stop thinking with your dick, Evan,” Aiden says, shaking me from my daydream.

“What does she smell like?” I ask instead.

Caelin smirks, well used to my antics. “Our poppet smells like sugar cookies,” he says. He already has a nickname for her, which means she’s fucked anyway.

We’re all being pulled into her orbit, and she has no idea. I can’t wait to see her as soon as possible.

“Good thing sugar cookies are one of my favorite desserts,” Domh growls. My lips twist because they actually are.

Huh. That’s some trippy shit.

“Focus, kids,” Caelin says, his hands flying over the keys. “Pack Dayton has a social media account. It’s surprising what these assholes will post publicly. There are three of them: Frederick, Taylor, and Harold. Look at that, they got a stomach bug after going on a date, and there’s a check in at the hospital.”

“They posted all of that?” I ask, disgusted.

“Mmhmm,” he grunts. “I just hacked into the hospital records, which is easier than Hollis’ damn app, and it says between the three of them they have broken wrists, arms, cracked ribs, and concussions.”

“Car accident?” Domh asks, confused.

“The restaurant staff has been watching over Aisling whenever she goes in,” Caelin says. “The owner’s name is Nico, and he was angry at the way Pack Dayton treated her. There was talk about selling Aisling to Ophelia at her auctions. The pack felt insulted by everything Aisling stands for, when many other omegas look for the same. While I was pretending to be Aisling’s brother, he texted a buddy of his that’s in a crew.”

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