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“God, we’re a pair, aren’t we?” I murmur, noticing the way my voice calms her. It’s as if all the anxiety just drains out of her body.

A text lights up my phone, and I force myself to check it. I almost forgot I texted the guys. It’s as if everything else has just melted away. I need to stay focused.

That’s easier said than done when Aisling needs me though. Fuck, she needs all of us, but I’m the only one strong enough to keep myself in check. Caelin would already be ripping out the IV in her vein to wake her up, and Domh would pick a fight with Cian, even though he terrifies him.

Evan? He would steal her away, intent to keep her with us forever. Talk about starting a war.

Caelin:

I’m cleaning the attic now. It’s the perfect low ceiling room for it.

Evan:

Already online shopping now.

Domh:

Where the fuck is her father? Bring her to us now.

Yep,that went about as well as expected.

Me:

I’m with her, and she’s in heat. It’s complicated. I need you to stay busy, okay?

Tossingmy phone to the side, I have to hope that Evan and Caelin will be able to contain Domh. He’s ironically spent the most time with her. She’s all he can think about, though we’re all obsessed.

Evan has been tailing her still, sending us photos when he can.

Those are what we’ve all been surviving on.

God, baby. Am I the reason you’re here? Did I somehow do this?

“I should have known you’d end up here at some point,” Cian says from the doorway, making me flinch as I look over my shoulder.

He has a gun in his hand, his eyes trained on Aisling and I. His eyes are red, broken blood vessels spider-webbed throughout the whites of them.

“How long have you known that you’re her scent match?” he asks, his eyes moving to where my hand is still on her cheek. My fingers twitch and I jerk back my hand, only to be tortured by Aisling’s keening scream.

“Don’t stop touching her!” Cian screams, his eyes wild. God, how long has Aisling been like this? He looks as if he’s been traumatized, and I wonder if every heat has been like this.

“Well don’t fucking shoot me,” I grunt, hunching back over to cup her face. It’s an uncomfortable position, but I’d stay like this for hours if needed, because she sighs happily and leans into my touch.

“Why is she hooked up to all of this shit?”

“Aisling’s heats are very painful, and she is terrified of them,” he says, sighing heavily. “About a year ago, she asked me to have her sedated during them. It’s why I had you call the doctor.”

“She’s been sedated through them for an entire year? That can’t be?—”

“Healthy? No, it’s not. Dr. Fields almost refused me this time,” Cian grunts. “He won’t do it again, which is why she’s been dating with that service.”

“Cupid’s Call,” I say before I can swallow back the words.

“Are you boys stalking my daughter?” Cian growls, which makes the omega next to me shift uncomfortably.

“Yes, but I don’t want her to know that,” I mutter, thinking about how I can make her more comfortable. Pulling off my coat, I work quickly as the whining begins, covering her with it for my scent. If I could pull my shirt over her head, I would, but the damn IV is messing with that plan. Laying on the pile of blankets next to her, I notice how soft the textures are.

God, every piece in her nest seems to make sense in terms of warmth and comfort.

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