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“Damn right! Guess I inherited that from my father too. And don’t you dare tell him my news, not that any of you would bother to congratulate me on it.” I hang up the phone and promptly stumble over my dress shoes. I kick them out of the way and slam the door behind me.

“Everything okay?” Luka calls from the gutted laundry. His hands are full as he positions a second-hand toilet with a tiny hand basin into the alcove where the cupboards used to be. Something should be said for his thriftiness. However, it doesn’t change the fact I’m about to share a house with two psychotic alpha killers, and their toilets will basically open onto the dining area. A shudder runs through me.

“Not at all,” I say, still seeing red. “I better walk it off.”

“If you head to the right down two blocks and turn at Spearson Road, there’s a park half a mile away.”

I nod in thanks and head for the door. My hand’s on the doorknob when I pause. “Hey, Luka?”

He steps out into the hall, concern in his eyes. He looks rough around the edges with his unkempt hair and all the tattoos, but I can’t remember the last time someone looked worried about me like that.

“Reckon you could help me tear the carpet out of my room when I get back?”

His gaze flicks to the clock and then he nods. “Sure thing.”

I zip up my hoodie and head outside, breaking into a jog when I hit the sidewalk without waiting to stretch. Money or no, my pack are decent fellows and I’ll be stuffed before I let my father look down on them. Nobody who isn’t scent-matched to Rose could possibly understand the lengths we’re going to.

Looks like I need to add getting my own lawyer to my to-do list when I get back, which will require pinching my pennies even more. I duck my head into the wind and lengthen my strides.

Chapter thirty-one

Luka

The fussy assessor from the Omega Center snaps the protective case on his tablet closed. “That’s all boxes ticked. Congratulations, you’ve met the requirements to bring your omega home.”

Colt closes one fist in silent victory and throws me a wink. It’s been a bloody long haul of assessors, red tape, and emergency home maintenance that’s taken three weeks. Feels like three years since I still haven’t met Rose. Colt and Kye have been alternating days to go and see her at the Center, but I’m nearly bursting waiting to meet her.

I take another look at the barred cells that will house her wild alphas as Colt lets the man out through the front door, talking about when the official application will be processed. Honestly, we couldn’t have done any of this without Kye paying for it, or my little stash of filthy money.

I took that orgasm competition for all it was worth with eight continuous orgasms by keeping Rose’s scent sample on my desk and ended up with twenty new subscribers. Four hundred bucks, plus what the daily streams bring in, is more than I’ve ever made legally in my entire life.

Turns out, the viewers are a bit wild for my piercing. I kept a bit of cash aside to purchase some toys and the shirts I need to cover my arm tattoos, and the rest got funneled straight into the omega projects.

Now it’s all paying off because we get to bring our girl home.

Colt slides back into the room with the energy of a man half his age. “Yes! Did you hear that, love?” He grabs me around the waist and hoists me up.

I laugh and return his hug before saying, “Watch your back, Sir! Can’t have you popping a disc right before picking up our omega.”

He growls. “Do you think I’m that weak?”

I grin. “Of course not, but it doesn’t hurt to save your strength. When did he say she could come?”

He drops me back to my feet but keeps hold of my wrist. “Two days.”

I tilt my head back and groan. So close now!

“Let me text Kye real quick.” He pulls his phone out and taps a message into our group chat. Kye’s at the Alpha Center doing his basic training for handling wild alphas. He’s had two weeks of classes and he comes home looking pale each time. I’m hoping he’s got more grit than he appears to possess to see the training through.

“Okay, time to celebrate.”

We aren’t particularly creative guys, so celebration means one thing for us. A beer each and a good fuck.

“Sounds great.”

He lifts my wrist to his lips and nibbles on my skin. “Luka, I hope you don’t think Rose is replacing you in any way. After I introduce you to her, you’ll be free to interact in any sane way she agrees to. But nothing changes between you and I unless you want it to.”

Colt grazes his teeth against my pulse and my dick raises its head in interest. “I hear you, Sir. I’m free to touch myself and have sex with her?”

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