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Finn and Locke appear on the edge of my vision, but I ignore them to focus on the threat in front of me.

“Just tell me.”

I shake my head, while Brayson tips a beer, swallowing. I watch his Adam's apple bounce and almost cry with the sudden knee-capping need to bite him.

I glance at Finn, but he’s not saying anything. In fact, he’s just watching with mild curiosity on his face.

“Tell me,” Erin wheedles. She hasn’t seen Finn or Locke.

I glance between them, my anxiety sending lightning strikes into my brain.

“Stop,” I whisper.

Bray lifts a hand, silencing Erin, and to my surprise, he comes closer and puts his hands on my ears. He guides me up the trail and away from the noise until we’re standing in the dark. I think we’re alone, but I’m not sure. All I can do is stare into those light brown eyes that I know so well.

I’ve written sonnets about his eyes.

Why is he helping me?

“You all right?” It’s easy enough to read his lips. He’s right there in front of me.

I nod, and he cautiously lifts his hands off my ears.

I watch him step back, but I’m lost in a place of wonder and distorted reality as a kind Brayson moves away from me.

“Locke is an omega.”

I don’t know why it comes out. I blame my distracted self, but it’s not until I hear the gasps behind me that I turn. Erin is staring at Locke, her eyes wide. Finn looks surprised, and when I glance at Bray, his eyes are so fucking sad. I’ve disappointed him.

But Locke…Locke the omega is pissed. Really pissed.

Great.

This is why I don’t talk.

Chapter nine

Erin

The words echo inmy mind and slam into place with the finality of a jigsaw piece that suddenly makes an image crystal clear. I stare at him, taking him in with a whole new appreciation.

Male omega.

What are the chances? Seriously, what are the freaking chances? I’ve only heard of a handful of them, but I’ve never seen one before.

Have I dreamed about fucking one? Yes! I’ve also fantasised about bonding one and making him mine. Doesn’t mean I thought it was ever going to happen.

“You’re an omega?” I ask in a stunned voice.

Locke casts another furious glance at Shane, who looks like he wants to eat his left foot.

“Yes!” Locke growls out, “but it’s not common knowledge, and I’d appreciate you keeping it to yourselves.”

“Who would we tell?” Finn asks, confused. He studies Locke with interest and then trots over to Shane.

“You all right?”

“Is he all right?” Locke spits and lets out the cutest little omega growl.

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