Page 31 of The Accidental Assassin's Mate

It was just a plain sheet cake—nothing fancy, nothing to indicate it was anything other than a birthday cake. But itrepresented so much more. It wasn’t even about the omegas who had been saved, not really.

I’d fight for them every day if I could. We all would

No, this cake represented forgiveness. True forgiveness. From everyone here They loved me—not because I was Sutton’s omega, or because I was carrying the next generation, or for any reason other than who I was.

I took the deepest breath I could and blew. I didn’t come close to getting all the candles out in one shot, but they still cheered.

Then we all got our sugar fix before heading outside to shift together.

This might not have been a pack in the traditional sense, but they were my pack. And there was no place I’d rather be.

My jackal ran up to Sutton’s bear, nudged him, and bolted.

It was time for a game of chase and I most definitely wanted to be caught.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sutton

“Give them to me,” I patted my thighs and arched an eyebrow at my mate.

“You’re busy working, Sutton.”

I cocked my head and waited.

Raven knew better. He came first.

“Just a few minutes,” I urged.

He propped his feet on my lap and sighed as I rubbed them. “Off your feet for the rest of the day,” I growled.

“It’s only two in the afternoon, mate. There’s so much to do.”

“There’s not that much to do. Pop-Tart has everything scheduled down to the half hour for us. Someone else can take over your duties for the afternoon. I mean it.”

Raven pursed his lips. “You mean it, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I would be more willing to take a nap if I wasn’t alone.”

He’d come into the office where I was working. We had responsibilities at this new place, but it was good work. We were helping omegas just like we said we wanted to.

We were a part of the team but, at the same time, had our own space.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I said. “That’s not a nap. That’s the opposite of a nap. You need rest, omega.”

“But I can rest better after a bit of activity.”

“Oh? So you want to take a walk?” I laughed. A walk was not on either of our minds.

“You’re so mean,” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“When have I ever been mean to you?” I asked, rose from my chair to shut and lock the door.

“Right now. All I want is for you to fuck me, and you’re making me rest and eat well and rubbing my feet.”

“Goddess, the torture.” I walked over to him.

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