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She shifts in my arms, tilting her head to meet my gaze. There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that tugs at my heart.

“What about Colton?” she whispers, her brow furrowed. “What are we going to tell him?”

I brush a stray lock of hair from her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. “Fuck Colton,” I growl. “He lost his chance. You are mine now.”

Her eyes widen slightly at my declaration, but there’s a glimmer of hope in their depths.

“Are you sure?” she mutters.

We both lie there for a moment, staring at each other.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I murmur.

All that matters is the warmth of Harlow’s body pressed against mine and the knowledge that our bodies are united, and soon so will be our souls.

Chapter 4

Harlow

I wake with a start, my heart racing. I’m not in my own bed. The unfamiliar sheets feel luxurious against my bare skin, and the pillow beneath my head is soft and plush.

Memories of last night come rushing back, and heat creeps up my cheeks as I remember Carver’s hands on me, his mouth claiming mine. His knot deep inside me.

We slept together. Oh god, I slept with my boyfriend’s brother.

Panicked, I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of Carver. The bathroom door is ajar, the light off.

He must have left for trainingalready.

Just then, I hear voices drifting in from the other room. My stomach twists when I recognize one of them.

“Have you seen Harlow? She isn’t in her bedroom,” Colton asks, his voice laced with sleep.

Colton. My ex-boyfriend. The one I just betrayed in the worst way is asking about me.

What a fucking nerve.

“Maybe she went home with someone last night. Like you did,” Carver responds, his tone cool and measured.

I can practically hear the tension in the air. Carver is baiting him, and Colton is rising to the bait.

“Mind your own fucking business, Carver. Now where is Harlow?”

“She’s an alpha, Colton. Not like the pretty omega you had last night.” Carver’s voice is low, like he knows I might be listening. “She’ll never be enough…”

She’ll never be enough.

Am I enough for Carver if he is wrong about my designation?

My heart plummets into my stomach.

I can’t face them, but I can’t stay here either. Gathering the sheet around me, I slowly stand and make my way to the bedroom door.

“Who was she? The omega,” Carver asks again, his voice deepening as I step out into the hallway.

“Who the fuck are you?” Colton hisses.

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