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My arm wraps around her under the blankets making sure there’s as much skin on skin contact as possible. I had to push her tank top up, but it wasn’t in a way that’ll get me killed. My hand goes right back to its previous position, but now I’m pressed against her body.

“I knew there was something odd about Domhnall just randomly running into Aisling,” Cian grunts.

Damn, he pulled out his full name. No wonder Domh is scared of him.

“Tone it down, boss,” I sigh. “Now I know why Domh looks like he’s going to shit his pants when he talks about you.”

“I’ve gotten to know my daughter over the last year, and I absolutely will not calm down,” Cian says. “Every time she comes home from a date, dejected because some asshole told her she’s a whore for wanting a pack to help her through her heats, I want to kill them. But, I’d most likely send you, and I can’t fucking do that.”

“Did she tell you Pack Dayton talked about selling her to Ophelia?” I ask. I know I’m stirring the pot, but I want the kill order.

I need it. I don’t care that they already had their asses kicked.

“She most certainly did not,” Cian roars, making me wince. Fuck, I really need to rethink my approach. “Goddamn it. Aisling makes me insane. I’m her father, and know she’s not going to tell me everything.”

It’s possible she doesn’t know, which is why she couldn’t say anything. It makes Pack Dayton even more dangerous. Fucking pricks.

“How much did you know about what I did?” I rasp, sighing. “I wasn’t thinking, I swear. Is this my fault?”

“Yeah, she told me most of it,” he grunts. “She had her first heat alone, and I think it was terrible. I came home from my trip, to find her dehydrated and haunted. I think Aisling knew on some level that it might happen, which is why she went to that store.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You really should kill me. I’m a rat bastard who doesn’t deserve her.”

“I can’t,” Cian says, sounding like he’s sad about it as he moves where he can see me better. It’s a good thing no part of my body is grazing her breast, because he really might splatter my brains against her pretty gray walls.

“Aisling uses an alpha pheromone blocking gel, but she’s been unconscious for two and a half days, so it’s worn off. Her body knows you’re her’s, even while asleep. It’s why she’s reacting to you. I hope you don’t have any plans, because your place is at her side. I’ll get you a giant cup to piss in. This nest is your home until her heat is over.”

I forgot my phone when I moved to lay next to her, and Cian leans over to pick it up. I didn’t lock it, and his eyes begin reading my texts with the guys. It’s invasive as fuck, but I don’t really have a leg to stand on at the moment.

“You’re building her a nest?” he asks incredulously.

“I’ve known she was mine since I found her,” I tell him. “Right there on the street, I was hit in the face with her scent, and I was done for. But she didn’t show a single sign that she felt the same.”

“She started using the gel at work as a bartender, and never stopped,” Cian explains. “She has no idea that any of you are scent matches. Still doesn’t to be honest, since she’s unconscious. I don’t know how much she’ll remember of this. You don’t have to tell me if I’m right or not, Hayes, it’s right here bleeding off the texts. You’re all obsessed in a way that only ascent match can be. Evan is right there with you, because you’re all goddamned peas in a pod.”

“There’s a lot of gray area, boss,” I remind him. “Aisling is still planning to date, and she still has a heat that’s unstable. I have to be able to get the pack in front of her as a suitable match. I also have to figure out how to get her to forgive me.”

“This is yours, isn’t it?” Cian asks, ignoring my words completely as he picks up a knife from the shelf in front of him. “Care to explain how my daughter has it?”

Squinting from my place on the ground, I see it is mine. “This is where you kill me,” I tell him, groaning. “I’m an idiot and left it with a note when I took her toys with me.”

Cian’s face is turning red as he stares at me. I don’t know if he knew that part or if he’s fishing for information, but now he has it.

“I really fucking hate that I can’t kill you,” he growls. “Maybe before you walked in today, but not anymore. You’re important to her now. Will I throw away that information if you tell me what was on the note?”

“Yes Sir,” I whisper, burying my face in Aisling’s neck. Sugar cookies are all I want to smell if he’s going to kill me. Fuck my life, I’m such an idiot.

“Goddamn it,” he rumbles. “You’re such a fuckwit, Hayes. Why would you do this?”

Lifting my face, I sigh. “I felt intimidated by her, which doesn’t even make sense based on how I live my life,” I say. Clearing my throat, I decide not to go into detail about how often the guys and I use toys and or a spreader bar during sex.

“I wanted to be who she wanted during her heat. I had been stewing for hours, making irritated comments as she packed her things. Aisling was making yet another big transition and change, but all I could think about was myself. You were right to beat the fuck out of me.”

“I stopped too soon,” he says. Waiting, I nod, holding my breath for his next words. “Aisling will not go anywhere near your pack if you’re there. How are you planning to get her to date you? Is Hollis helping you?”

Hollis is well known to the mafia families because of who her parents are, but there’s no way she’d help us. Her professionalism is unmatched, and she keeps everything confidential.

“Absolutely not,” I deny. “Caelin figured out a way to hack into her app, and is going to make certain one of her mystery packs never show. They will instead.”

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