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Cian must have planned this well to make sure she’d be warm.

“I’m ready!” she yells out, and I watch as they disappear into the woods.

Aisling spent four days under medicated sedation for her heat. It’s normal as an omega to have intense heats, but now that her body recognizes Aiden as her scent match, they’re going to be even worse.

Caelin is playing a dangerous game here, having decided that he wants us to officially meet Aisling on the last mystery date that’s scheduled.

I argued that it was too close to her next heat, and Caelin said that it was the only one that he could steal. Pack Rodriguez lives two states away and is known for not regularly checking their communication.

Cian has worked with them in the past, and was incensed when he thought they were ignoring them.

They had to apologize profusely to Cian, and I snicker as I remember. The easiest pack to delete their emails about the mystery date and step in for them by marking the date confirmed was Pack Rodriguez.

While it makes sense, I hate that it’s not closer.

No other pack will be good enough now that she’s been near Aiden. I don’t know how we’re going to get around his fuck up, but I trust him to figure it out.

Dropping out of the tree, I trudge out of the state park and down to my truck. I was curious about what Aisling was doing today, so I couldn’t help myself but follow them out here. I may have been parked near the house, hoping they’d go out.

I didn’t expect to see them having so much fun, though. Cian Sullivan is a hardass, but he loves Aisling. I bet he misses all the lost time they had, and is trying to build all the memories possible now.

Aiden said one of the only things that saved his life while he was in her nest was the fact that he’s tied to Aisling.

A part of me is glad that we have Cian’s blessing to kidnap his daughter, because I do have a healthy fear of him. We can’t fuck this up.

Domh:

What are they doing? Is he teaching her how to bury bodies in the woods?

Snortingas I get into my truck, I read his text, rolling my eyes. Speaking of fear, Domh takes the cake on that.

Me:

They’re on the trail snowmobiling. The shovels stayed behind as far as I noticed.

Sendinghim a photo that I took of them, I stare down at it. I’ve heard a little about her childhood and how lonely it was. Aisling deserves all good things in her life, but I can’t help also wanting to see how much she fights back.

I want to break her with my pack, revel in how hard she comes at the knowledge that there’s no escape, watch her tears travel down her cheeks as she chokes on my cock. None of us know how to be sweet during sex, which is why Domh always comes with me when I would go to the bar to find pussy to fuck.

Their names didn’t matter, as long as they were down for a hard fuck on my terms. It was fun to make them cry, beg, and come on my cock. They were always surprised by how much they liked it, and some couldn’t meet my eyes afterward.

It’s not my fault they weren’t prepared for my darkness.

The fire I’ve seen in Aisling’s eyes, as she tackles the things in her life while I’ve been stalking her, makes me think she can more than handle it. Who wants vanilla sex anyway?

Driving home, I hum under my breath before deciding to call my cousin. I saw her for a little while during Christmas, but she avoided me for some reason. I don’t like that.

You can ride, but you can’t hide, little cousin.

“Hey, Evan,”Morgan says. “Are you still stalking little omegas?”

“I am, actually,” I tell her, grinning. “It’s like you know me or something. You’ve been acting odd, what gives?”

“I got fired,”she says with a sigh. “The newspaper decided that I wasn’t a good fit, which is bullshit because my stories were always solid.”

“I’m sorry,” I say and mean it. “I know you really liked working there. What are you going to do?”

“The alphas there are blackballing me, which means none of the other newspapers will hire me,”she explains.

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