Page 93 of Savage Hope

She presses her hand against her chest, drawing more attention to the swell of her breasts, which are now on full display. “Don’t be rude,” she grinds out, and Asher scoffs.

“Then don’t be you.”

Whatever this is, I want nothing to do with it.

It seems Bianca feels the same way because a moment later, she launches to her feet and storms off without a backward glance.

“Sorry about that,” Asher murmurs, cocking a brow at me, and I shake my head in disbelief.

“I don’t really know whatthatwas.”

“She’s an omega,” he offers, but all I can do is blink at him too. “It’s a ranking within the wolves,” he adds like that makes sense, and I nod slowly, hoping to appease him, but I think he sees right through me.

“Hey, miss me?” Bryony hollers, filling the seat Bianca just vacated, and I nod as she glances between the two of us. Iconsider catching her up to speed, but I’d rather do it without Asher listening. But something comes to mind and I snap my gaze back to Asher.

“She mentioned the Alpha Pack. That’s who helped me the first day with Blaze…” I breathe, my pulse thundering in my ears as he nods slowly, like he’s worried about spooking me.

“That was me.”

That was me?

He says it so casually.

“Why?” I ask, and he shrugs, stepping back, and I sense whatever chance I may have had of learning something from him went away the moment Bryony took her seat.

He shrugs again as if confirming my thought, taking another step back to seal it. Just before he disappears, he nods at me. “Don’t be late. Minnie is always a stickler for punctuality.”

Just as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone, and I’m no wiser to what the hell is going on here.

35

LINCOLN

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” I grumble, irritation thick in my throat as Minnie rolls her eyes at me.

The living room in the wolves’ quad is sparse, and the five of us are alone, spread from one end to the other, and I just so happened to get the short straw of dealing with my sister. Which is really no feat at all, but she’s driving me insane right now.

“Because she made Tatum laugh and I want to feel her out before we let her get any closer,” she explains, and I sigh. The second she mentions Tatum, I know there’s no chance in hell we’re getting out of this.

Midnight had me locked in a trance. Polaris, on the other hand…there was something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. I don’t like it, not even a bit, but I think that has more to do with the fact that it does nothing to deter my attraction to her.

“That’s pretty feral,” I mutter, smirking at my sister. There’s no use fighting her on the matter; she always wins. Besides, it’s a good idea. I’m not the only one she seems to have under her spell, and not just Tatum, but Wylder too. At least I can restrain myself.

“You’re welcome,” she preens with a grin, her eyes darting across the room to where the man in question sits hunched over in his seat. “Just don’t tell him; he’ll be sad,” she adds, and I frown.

“Then don’t do it,” I blurt, not wanting to cause one of my closest friends pain.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” she challenges, doubling down on her point as she turns her attention to Wylder, who happens to be seated beside me on the sofa.

“Don’t ask him. He’s playing with my new toy,” I blurt, aiming my thumb at my friend while earning a glare from the brute beside me.

“She’s not a damn toy. Besides, you don’t want to play with her because she’s a virgin,” he snarks back, stirring my dick to life at the mention of that little tidbit. It should put me off, as it usually does, but with her, it seems everything is different.

“Is that still the case?” I ask, quirking a brow at him while internally cursing myself out for revealing that it’s even still a thought to me.

“Would it matter if she wasn’t?” He leans back in his seat, draping his arm along the back of the sofa as he stares me down, baiting me.

“Wylder,” I snarl, my nostrils flaring to life as my gaze narrows.

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