Page 8 of Nest Of Lies

I return my dubious glare to the alpha looming over me.

“Why would I be scared?” I ask in confusion.

“Hence the question about your faculties,” he whispers, and he can whisper to me all day long. It is doing delicious things to all these parts of me that haven’t awoken before.

He still hasn’t got a shirt on, and I’m having trouble thinking with all the skin and muscles exposed. It’s not like I’ve ever seen it in person before. I lift my hand and lay it on his pec, feeling the muscle tighten under my palm. My heart is so loud I can’t hear anything, but I can smell him- that delicious eucalyptus that dazzles me.

The door crashes open, and Ryn, Raider, and Locke burst in, glaring at us, more of those giant muscle men behind them. Zaden steps back and glares at the intruders.

“What’s going on here?” Ryn snarls.

Everyone ignores her.

“Found us some gatecrashes, Prez.” The guy who talks is older, with a long beard and twinkling eyes, like he finds this whole situation hilarious.

My captor looks from them to me and frowns.

“Hi, I’m Aurelia Raines, your neighbour. I wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood.” I lie very well and then ruin it all by clearing my throat twice.

“Aurelia Raines,” he whispers, and I swear his eyes close as if they are in pain.

“Yes.”

“You were just crashing our party?”

“I’ve never been to one before.” I say honestly. “You all sound like you have so much fun. I’ve been sitting over there listening for months and thinking, wow, those guys have fun, I should go say hello.”

“Sweet mother of all alphas,” he says under his breath. “Get your fucking cousins out of my house, Raider, and don’t bring them back.”

He mutters something about innocent and sick in the head omegas.

I pull myself free of Raider’s grip and shove the alpha hard. He barely moves.

“Don’t call me sick, and I’m not an omega. I’m a beta.”

His eyes widen. “Do you know who I am, girl?”

“Don’t call me a girl like you’re an old man. What are you, thirty?”

“I’m twenty-five,” he growls out. “Go home to your mansion and your perfect life, little princess, and stay far away from my pack.”

I snarl. He snarls back louder.

I don’t know why I’m so upset, but everything he says smarts. It rips open old scars; it leaves me ice cold in a barren desert of pain.

“You don’t know anything,” I snarl.

“Says the little princess who walked into the wolf's den,” he growls.

“Mirakill,” Raider says in warning. He recalls himself and tries again. “Zaden?”

I glance at my cousin, and then back at the man in front of me. There is only one Mirakill pack in this city. They are the Mirakill MC. This is President Zaden Mirakill? Locke and Ryn bring me the best gossip, so even I’ve heard of the Mirakill MC and Zaden Mirakill and his savage pack.

My eyes widen. I’m shocked because I thought they’d be older and with scars and guns and cigars and lots of money. But they’re really fucking hot.

“Now you understand,” he says softly. “Run away, little princess.”

“I thought you’d be older,” I say in awe and then frown. “Stop calling me that!”

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