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What do you get someone who did your girl a solid like this? A fruit basket doesn’t feel right.There’s a feeling deep in my chest that demands I reward these people who punished Pack Dayton for us.

It doesn’t matter that she’s not my scent match, I’m just as insane as the other assholes in this room that I also claim as mine.

“They wanted to sell her?” I growl. “Ophelia is a fucking menace. I wish we would shut her down for good.”

“It didn’t happen,” Caelin reminds me. “She’s okay, and Pack Dayton had a really bad fucking day.”

“She didn’t have a guard,” Aiden muses. “Her father would have asked that specific protocol be followed. He wants to give her independence, yet doesn’t want to lose her because they were both reckless.”

“He’s a smart man,” I remind them.

I’m Cian’s muscle for his family members. His parents are very active, his sister and her daughter also occasionally need guards. Between them all, I spend my days running all over Minnesota, but it means every moment is different.

Scratching my face where my goatee itches, I wonder why I’ve never been Aisling’s guard. Is it because Aiden is my alpha?

“You’re obsessing,” Caelin warns. “I can feel it from here. Reel it in, okay? We’re going to make sure she’s safe. What is everyone doing tomorrow?”

Going through our schedules, it’s found that I have more downtime, since tomorrow is Saturday. Cian’s parents are going out to dinner, but I’m free till then.

“Looks like you’re on stalking detail,” Aiden says with a sigh. “Do not approach her, Evan, unless absolutely necessary.”

“Depending on the situation, you can speak to her, just don’t be memorable,” Caelin says. “I know you can handle this. I am going to trail Hollis while I’m in Minneapolis tomorrow. I need to catch her when she’s not paying attention. We know of her but haven’t met her, which means she won’t be suspicious if I bump into her.”

“What else do we need?” Domh asks. He has a few contracts to take care of, but will also have time to help.

“Find out who she spends time with,” Caelin says. “I want to know what’s important to her, what makes her happy. Get me a full run down.”

Aiden slowly nods as he agrees, probably realizing how little he knows about her at the end of the day. Glancing back down at the little omega, I memorize everything I can about her. My dick is hard as I gaze at the swells of her breasts in her thin sweatshirt. It’s clear her blanket just happened to slide down at the right time.

I fucking approve. I want to watch her walk, find out if her ass bounces as her hips sway. I need to know what she’s passionate about, if her tits will bounce when I’m fucking her, and if she snores in her sleep.

I’m aware my thoughts seem disjointed, but that’s how fast my brain is firing off ideas. I need it all.

“I’m on it,” Domh says. “Anything else?”

“I want to steal whatever pheromone blocking product she’s using,” Aiden growls, sounding possessed. His intense blue eyes gleam with a promise so strong, I can feel his need from here.

“Anyone object?” I ask, to put it to a vote. If this blows up for one reason or another, I need a moment to reference where it could have all gone sideways.

This time, we all claim responsibility for whatever happens next. We rise and fall together.

“None, I want her to know she’s mine,” Caelin rumbles.

Well, I guess we’re embracing our psychotic tendencies.I fucking love this bonding moment.

“Aye,” Domh says, his Irish brogue creeping out. It happens during times of high stress or desire, and I think this merits both.

“I’m in,” I murmur. “In for a penny, in for a pound. If we’re going to stalk and catch an omega, may as well go all in. We are going to get to take her, aren’t we?”

I never whine, but this was awfully close.

“Yeah,” Aiden says. “When the time is right, we will be. Cian could kill us for this.”

“Not if we play the fated card,” Domh reminds him. “He had a scent match of his own once.”

“I want to fuck her, mark her in my cum, and then plug my little poppet up while one of you fuck her other holes,” Caelin says with an almost cruel smirk. “I don’t plan on getting anything less than that.”

“I bet she’ll look gorgeous when we claim, bond, and fuck her,” Domh rumbles.

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