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It’s as if she heard my thoughts. She once mentioned that she’s very intune to people’s feelings, and I can see it now. Fuck it, she’s right. I love her too, anything else we’ll face head on.

“I love you too,” I tell her, kissing her hard. I can feel how close her orgasm is, her walls squeezing, and trembling around Morris and I. Fuck. “Where do you want my bite, baby? Choose where.”

I want this, she wants this, and I want consent all the way through after everything we’ve been through.

Morris holds her as she leans back, baring her breasts to me.

“Here,” she says, pointing to her right one. My mouth waters as I rub her clit, fucking her as I feel her begin to unravel.

“Then that’s where it’ll be,” I rasp, biting her hard. I feel the tendril of her connection snap into place, and I feel her scream in my mind as she comes again.

Bite me, baby. Show everyone I’m yours.

Leaning forward, she hisses before hugging her arms around me and biting my neck. All the connections of our pack snap into place now that we’re finally bonded and Morris groans as he comes with me.

I can hear Kane and Damon yell, and they run in, looking dazed until they see the blood running down our omega’s chest and my neck.

“About fucking time!” Kane roars, making me smirk.

Amen to that.

CHAPTER 45

2 Months Later

June

ADIRA

It’s my birthday today, and I decided to try something different. I’m at Omega’s Haven at their group therapy session, something Aisling asked me to come to, since she wanted to give me a gift. While they’re usually held at night, they decided to try an afternoon time.

Meghan’s hug and getting to see how big Benji has gotten is gift enough, but I won’t say that. Benji only came out to see me before going to the daycare center, so the group session could begin, which I can understand.

The session was more a conversation about how people are feeling, what may have popped up for them emotionally. I can see the draw to it, since so few people understand what trauma of this caliber is like unless it happens to them.

“It still feels like a dream,” an older woman named Olivia murmurs, looking out at us. Her daughter, Cerenity, holds herhand as she talks to us. Her fathers kidnapped her mother off the street, and Olivia is finally able to live a normal life years later.

“It’s so silly, I keep waiting for them to step out and surprise me, even though I know they’re dead,” Olivia continues. “I felt the connection break, and my daughter confirmed they’re dead.”

“I should have made it hurt more,” Cerenity growls. “I couldn’t let you feel their pain, though, Mom.”

Olivia sighs, nodding. I can’t imagine feeling the evil voices of bad alphas whispering in your mind. People who want to hurt you, torture you, are hunting you. Her daughter did the right thing, killing them the way she did.

This woman deserves some peace.

“I was scared enough when I woke up and heard and felt them die,” Olivia admits. “But then, my mind was quiet for the first time, without the drugs the hospital gave me, in years.”

“Do you think your scent match is out there?” a small voice asks. Meghan looks stricken for having spoken, but Olivia merely smiles at her.

“Maybe,” she says. “The question is if I’ll be ready when I finally meet them.”

“I don’t know if you’re ever ready,” I tell her. “As someone with a rollercoaster of a meet cute that wasn’t so cute, I definitely wasn’t. I think being open to the possibility of it is a good start though.”

I stay silent as I listen to the rest of the meeting, taking a deep breath as it ends. It’s like I was on the edge of my seat the entire time.

My body didn’t know whether to stay or run, the emotions of the room flooding over me. It’s a very hard place to be for a natural empath.

Standing, I begin moving toward the exit, ready to leave.

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