Page 89 of Pack Obsession

“Forever,” Logan promises, and I can feel his smile against my skin.

The midday sun paints everything in gold, and for the first time in my life, I’m not waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes, happiness isn’t about perfect moments—it’s about finding the right people to share the imperfect ones with. And somehow, against all odds, I found three of them.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

LOGAN

A Week Later

The morning sun beats down on my back as I adjust my position behind the concrete barrier, my fingers running over the familiar grip of the tranquilizer gun. It’s a precaution we probably won’t need, but when it comes to Casey, I’m not taking any chances. Not today. Not ever.

The comm unit in my ear picks up every subtle sound—Nash’s measured breathing as he waits in position, Axel’s restless movements hiding close to the front entrance, even Casey’s soft inhales as she prepares herself. The sound of her breathing alone is enough to make my pulse quicken.

This should be a simple job. Get Nash past the front security, let him do his tech magic, grab the folder, and we’re out. We’ve done harder jobs in our sleep. But having Casey here changes everything. I remember our argument about it last week, her eyes blazing as she insisted on being part of our world completely.

“If I’m yours, then I’m all in,” she’d said, chin lifted in that stubborn way that makes me want to kiss her and shake her at the same time. “No halfway.”

How do you say no to that? To her? You don’t. You just make damn sure you’ve planned for every possible scenario three times over.

“Comms check,” I murmur, needing to hear everyone’s status again. “Sound off.”

“In position,” Nash responds immediately. Through my scope, I can see him looking every inch the executive in his tailored charcoal suit, briefcase in hand. He adjusts his glasses. “Security rotation is exactly as expected. We’ve got an eight-minute window once Casey makes her move.”

“Front entrance is clear,” Axel chimes in. “Two guards, both looking bored as hell. Though seriously, Logan, next time we let Casey help with a job, can we get her something less... distracting to wear? That skirt is making it hard to focus.”

I hear Casey’s soft snort of amusement through the comm. “This needs to be alluring to the guard.”

“We do this quick,” I say firmly, even as my eyes track down her figure. The black pencil skirt hugs every curve like a second skin, stopping just above her knees. The silk blouse, a shade of deep blue that makes her skin glow, dips just low enough to be professional but tempting. Her white-blonde hair is pulled back in a severe bun that makes me itch to pull it loose. “This is smooth and easy. In and out.”

“That’s what she said,” Axel mutters.

“Children, please,” Nash says sarcastically. “Can we maintain some professionalism?”

I watch Casey through my scope as she does one final check of her outfit. “Ready when you are,” she says, and I can hear the excited tremor in her voice that she’s trying to hide.

“All right, beautiful.” I let my voice drop lower, knowing what it does to her. “Show us what you’ve got. And sugar? That skirt won’t be staying on for much longer once this mission is over.”

Her laugh comes through soft and breathy. “Thought you’d appreciate it.”

She starts her approach to the side entrance, and I have to remind myself to breathe. Each step is perfectly measured, those heels making her legs look endless. She’s mastered that balance between confidence and vulnerability that draws every protective instinct out of an Alpha. The guard at the door never stood a chance—I see the moment he notices her, his whole body shifting to track her movement.

“You’re doing perfectly,” I murmur as she gets closer. “Now, give him something to worry about. Look back like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She executes the move flawlessly, glancing over her shoulder with just the right amount of fear. Then comes the stumble—subtle, natural, her hand catching the wall as her ankle seems to turn.

“Oh!” Her voice carries clearly in the morning air, pitched perfectly to trigger every male’s protective instinct. “I think I’ve twisted it while running from…”

The guard moves exactly as expected, crossing the distance between them in three quick strides. His hands hover near her waist, and something primitive roars in my chest.

“Easy,” Axel’s voice comes through, tight with the same tension I’m feeling. “Just a few more seconds. Nash, you’re up.”

I see Nash approach the door, head down but shoulders squared like he belongs there. The ID we spent three days perfecting is already in his hand. Then the guard starts to turn?—

Casey lets out a soft cry that would win her a damn Academy Award, practically falling into the guard’s arms. His attentionsnaps back to her completely, hands steadying her waist, and Nash slips through the door like he’s made of smoke.

“Our girl’s a natural,” Axel murmurs as Nash moves through the building. “Got her performance on security camera. Could make a fortune in Hollywood.”

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