Page 81 of Nest Of Lies

“No, little Lia, I’m not fucking around. Not anymore.”

Her eyes widen, and she stares up at me with those huge blue orbs. So blue, so green. So vibrant and hurt.

“You’re not sick. There is nothing wrong with you.”

“No, I am-”

I tighten my fingers on her throat, cutting off her words. “You’re not, Lia.”

“But I’m-”

“In heat. Or about to be.”

Her eyes get wider. “What?”

“There is nothing wrong with you, Lia. You’re just a switch, a rare designation that appears like one designation and can change into another. Unique. A miracle.”

She shudders underneath me, that marshmallow scent I’m addicted to fills the air. “I’m not a-”

“You are. We checked. We found the best doctor we could find. He’s seen your blood and wants to meet you. You are special but normal. You aren’t sick. And it’s all fine. Your body is just getting ready to take your alphas.”

Somehow, her eyes manage to get wider. “My alphas?”

“Yes, that would be me.” I grind my hips into hers and watch as she lets out a piteous moan that makes me smile. “Ranger, Mills, Ianto, and Valen.”

With each name, her breath hitches. She reaches up, gripping my shirt. “Don’t play with me, Alpha.”

Ah, there’s the fire.

“I'm not, Lia. Not anymore. You are ours now. And no one is going to save you.”

She blinks, and her eyes get shiny. I wonder if I’ve made a mistake, if she doesn’t really want us. But it’s too late now. Only death would free her from me now. “Promise?”

The question relaxes all the tension in me, and I let go of her throat and slide my hand up her face and into her hair, anchoring her head.

“I swear on my ride. I swear on my pack. You’re ours now, and I’m going to give you a pretty ring of scars so no one can doubt it.”

She moans, and her hips wriggle under me. “I’m angry with you.”

“Oh?”

“You left me alone, and you didn’t say goodbye. You just vanished.”

“Is that why you went home?”

Lia closes her eyes, trying to hide from me. I grip her hair and tug.

“It wasn’t meant to be that long.” I hesitate, staring down at her. “Fine, I’ll tell you everything from now on. We won’t leave without saying goodbye.”

The constant arousal I seem to have around her flares into life. I lean down and drag my tongue over her bottom lip.

She’s not moving. She’s not even breathing. I smile and press my lips to hers. When I touch my tongue to her lip again, she opens, letting me in.

I pull back and sit up, pulling her to sit up with me.

“We’ve got a meeting in an hour. But after, we’re going to have a little talk about what happens now.”

The sparkle in her eyes fades. “Oh, okay. I’ll go home, then.”

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