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Eyes wide, I nod quickly. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Holy shit.

“I don’t like when she’s not home,” he explains. “I know she’s safe with Wren and her pack, and it’s not the first time she’s spent the night. However, this snowstorm came out of fucking nowhere.”

“Yes, it did, Sir,” I murmur. “I’m doing contracts in the city, and I have to swing by the court to submit a few things. I’m going to see if I can sync up my schedule to take her back out to get her car today though after we’re both done for the day.”

Cian stares at me for a moment as if surprised. I will do anything for more time with Aisling. If she’s already attached to me by the time we steal her date, it may be easier for her to be open to accepting us as her pack.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I will stack the deck in our favor with every intention of keeping her. Kidnapping, however, is also in the cards if nothing else works.

“That’s very helpful, Domhnall. Thank you,” he grunts. “I’m going to go call Hayes. He’s going to make me fucking late to breakfast with my sister. I sent you Pack Mohan’s address in a text just now.”

Smirking, I nod, saying goodbye. While Cian can and does drive himself, Aiden prefers to do it. If shit goes down, he wants to know that he can defend the boss. Never can be too careful, especially with how often we all piss people off on his behalf.

Getting back in my truck, I toss the bag onto the seat next to me, and load the address into my GPS. Putting my phone on the mount on my dashboard, I hit the start button and put the car into reverse. I’m only driving for a minute or two, when Caelin calls me.

“Are you calling me to gloat about the load of cum you swallowed like a good boy?” I ask as I answer.

Caelin snorts, making my lips twitch. I enjoy giving him shit, but I’m still rock hard from the memory.

“I always enjoy a good load of cum in the morning,”he says. “It does a growing boy good.”

“You’re twenty-nine, and already a big fucker. I doubt you’re going to grow anymore,” I tell him, chuckling. “I’m on my way to Pack Mohan’s. What’s up?”

“It seems I’ll see our little poppet later today as well,”he drawls.

“How?” I ask, wondering how he managed to make that happen. We’re all opportunistic fiends.

“Aisling put an ad out for a website designer, and I answered it. I haven’t done one in a while, but I can handle what she and Wren need. We have a meeting atBrewed Awakeningtoday at four in the afternoon.”

Planning that meeting into my day, I nod. I can hit the courthouse as my last stop, and still pick her up. I just need to see if she has anything else planned. Aisling Sullivan is a hard worker and packs everything possible into her days.

Hmm… maybe I can drop her off some lunch too.

“You’re a sneaky bastard,” I tease Caelin. “When did she post the ad?”

“Last night is what it said,”he says. “Can’t have anyone else around our poppet if we can help it. Some of the website designers push all the bells and whistles, and then charge a fortune for shit work. Evan has kept his ear to the ground while he’s been following her. Apparently, there are people who aren’t fond of the work Wren and Aisling are doing.”

“Of course not,” I grunt. “It’s easier for the shit landlords if they can charge whatever they want, and for those who want the status quo to stay the same. People like Ophelia who can pick up little omegas she thinks no one will care about either. Fucking pisses me off.”

“You’re not wrong, but you’re getting all fired up,”Caelin warns. “I have a feeling our poppet is a bit sensitive to mood, so chill out.”

“You’re right,” I sigh. “Treat our girl well today. See you later.”

Hanging up, I listen to death metal to fix my mood, which works surprisingly well. Pulling up to a huge gate, I shake myhead at how over the top these alphas are about security. Based on Wren’s past and having been kidnapped last year, I probably would be the same though.

As far as I know, they own a lot of the property surrounding their house, so they can’t be snuck up on. Pack Mohan semi-retired as Corbin’s executioners, but they’ve made a lot of enemies over time.

Aisling is as safe as she can ever be behind that gate.

Cutting the music, I roll down the window and hit the call button.

“Who the fuck are you?”an alpha snarls, making me smirk. It sounds like Shaw, who is grumpy most of the time. At least, whenever I see him at events, anyway.

“Domhnall from Pack Hayes,” I grunt. “I’m here to pick Aisling up per her father’s request.”

I sound absurdly formal, but it’s my typical gut reaction whenever someone is acting like an asshole.

“God, they sent the lawyer,”Shaw groans before the gate starts to open.

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