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“Absolutely, I’ll be back shortly with that,” the waitress says with a wink that’s wasted on me.

Sorry, doll. I’m taken.

Me:

Deal. Here she comes now. Damn, she looks so pretty

Aiden:

Show us.

Domh:

I miss burying my face in her tits.

Classy.We’re all really fucking jealous that he got to make her come. There are so many firsts that Aisling still has. I can hardly believe that she’s so innocent. It’ll make breaking her that much more intriguing before we put her back together.

Me:

Rub it in a little deeper, dick.

Discreetly,I take a photo of Aisling as she walks through the diner, her blonde hair curled in beachy waves. She's wearing a gray coat open over a long black skirt and a violet sweater. Her bag is slung across her chest, and I can see a flash of black knit tights from the slit in her skirt.

Aisling doesn’t favor slits in her skirts and dresses to be provocative. No, it’s so she can wear her knife on her thigh. I can appreciate a woman who is armed and can take care of herself.Not every situation will be one she can handle, but the fact that she takes steps to protect herself is admirable.

Sending the photo to the group chat, I set my phone down as I watch the alphas stand to greet her. She’s wearing combat boots, and the soft sole appears comfortable, easy to run in. My lips purse in annoyance that she may have had these thoughts when getting dressed for tonight’s date.

It’s a little after seven o’clock, and the sun has already set. Glancing out the window at the area the diner is in, I decide to follow Aisling back to her SUV. There’s no way she’s walking back without me as her shadow.

“Aisling, hello beautiful,” the alpha says with a smile. Pack Royal has been dating on Hollis’ app for the past three months. They are hoping for a scent match, but are seeing what the dating world holds for them.

After two months of dating and not finding anyone that they’ve at least clicked with, they asked Hollis to match them with mystery dates. Caelin found this all out from the notes in the app that he cloned to his phone. His movements in the app are undetectable to Hollis.

We aren’t doing any harm, and we’ll remove our presence from the dating forum the moment Aisling is ours.

“Hello,” Aisling says with an answering smile. Introductions are made, and I find out that Pack Royal’s alphas are Wilhelm, Adrain, and Cyrus.

I want to hate them on sight, but they are very sweet to her.

“So I understand you are in a bit of a rough spot,” Cyrus says casually once the waitress takes their orders.

They look so out of place in this diner in their designer clothing, but they seem pretty down to earth in spite of it.

“I am,” Aisling murmurs. “If there was any other way to go about this, I would. I’ve been medically sedated through my last year of heats, but it’s no longer working.”

“I expect not,” Adrain says harshly. I stiffen, ready to take her side, but he blows out a breath. “What I mean is, your body isn’t meant to go through that. It’s overly taxing to deny your instincts.”

“I understand that,” she says. “I didn’t know what else to do, and I’m pretty terrified of the pain of my heat.”

“It doesn’t need to be painful,” Wilheim purrs, making me scowl at my milkshake as it arrives.

“Thank you,” I tell the waitress, hiding my pout. God, why couldn’t they just have been assholes?

“You’re a gorgeous omega, and while we’ve been hoping to find our scent match, we understand that it doesn’t always happen for everyone,” Wilhelm says.

There’s a slight shift in Aisling’s weight as she winces slightly. Hmm, is it because the comment cut deep, darling?

You have a scent match, even though he’s a shithead and you don’t know who he is. Aiden is torturing himself, insisting that he not be on the date with Aisling that we’re commandeering.

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