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I drop the piece. “And two, I’ve been involved in cases where credit card statements have been used to show people are unfit for omega care. I imagine the same applies to financial cases. If your expenses exceed your income in the month, your father can claim you can’t service your debt.”

He slumps into his chair, shock written all over his handsome face. “You’re a bastard, you know?”

I chuckle and scoop the pieces of credit card into my palm to deposit them in the bin. “Yeah, I am, but I’m a bastard who cares about his family.” I let the dustbin lid slam shut for emphasis. “And that includes you.”

I drop my hand lightly on his shoulder as I pass by. I still want to ream him a new hole, but I think he’s learning something out of this and that’s not a gift all men take hold of.

“I’d like to sleep in her room tonight,” he says, sounding uncertain. “Would that disturb Luka?”

I cock my head, studying him, and he drops his eyes to his beer. “You can do anything with Luka that Luka approves of,” I say, wondering if I’m reading too much into it. “I’ll be out in the garage if I’m needed.”

Minutes later, I weave between the Tower of Pisa piles of boxes and antique furniture in the gym to the tiny corner where my boxing bag hangs. With a few mutters under my breath about the stupidity of youth, I strap on my gloves and do some experimental jabs.

Then I let loose on the swaying red bag, pretending it’s Kye’s handsome face, his scum-bucket of a father, the reporters, and the ass-wipes who abused my omega.

Chapter thirty-six

Rose

I wake warm and toasty with delicious scents hovering around me. When I roll onto my back and stretch, I almost take Kye’s nose off.

“Sorry,” I murmur sleepily.

“Morning,” he purrs, smiling at me. I grin as I recall how good his knot felt in me last night. “Any headaches, or queasiness?” He lifts himself on one elbow.

“No, I feel fine.” The fairy lights glow softly overhead, and I sigh at the beauty of it. “I love my room!”

He chuckles. “You’re easily pleased.”

I grin. “If you don’t count freaking out in public and dragging feral alphas along for the ride.”

He touches the tip of my nose. “We’re definitely not counting those. But seriously, last night was entirely my fault.”

I bury into him before he can talk about it more, and he hugs me. When I’m ready, I sit up. “I wanna see the house again!” He laughs as I crawl to the edge of my nest and hop out. When I slip into the bathroom, I check into Luka and Colt’s bedroom, but it’s empty. I throw on clean underwear, leggings and a t-shirt and run down the hall.

Luka’s scrubbing the stovetop, dressed in gray sweats and a singlet. I wince as I catch sight of purple teeth marks on his right shoulder.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he calls. “Hungry?”

“Gosh, I’m starving!” I say as I bounce in for a hug.

He kisses me soundly before releasing me. “Colt’s already left for the day. He’ll be home at six-thirty.” He grabs a plate out of the oven and sets it on a hot mat on the dining table. “So it’s you, me, and Kye today.”

Kye comes out of my room, yawning. “I need to make a bunch of phone calls to see if I can calm down the press,” he says.

“Breakfast or a coffee?” Luka asks.

“Just coffee, please.”

Luka pours from a steaming kettle, and I realize between the hot water and my plate in the oven, he was ready for both of us. After he passes Kye his coffee, and takes a sip from his drink bottle, he comes and leans over me, bracing his hands either side of my plate. “So it’s you and me, doll. What do you want to do?”

My eyes follow Kye as he takes his mug to his room, then I drag my attention back to Luka. “I want to learn about your schedule.”

He barks out a laugh. “Alright. The real question is, do you want to be the queen on a throne who bosses me around, or the kitchen slave who helps?”

I twist my head to kiss his neck. “Both.”

He drapes over my shoulder. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

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