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Dante was right.

No matter what happened, just because I wanted more time in bed with them didn’t mean I’d changed my mind about not needing a pack.

“Right,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“We had fun, but it’s time to leave now.” Dante glanced at Colton and Quinn before looking at me.

“Right.” Colton sighed, looking at me with something that looked like…longing. “We weren’t looking for more than a good time, and we had it.”

Quinn looked like a kicked puppy for a moment but nodded. “Yeah.”

And just like that, the walls I had taken down, while I had been with them, all came back up. I’d had fun, but that was all. There was no future with them.

“Thank you.” I hugged my arms around myself. “Um, this has been amazing.”

“You’re right.” Colton had a soft look on his face. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “You take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will.”

Quinn pulled me into a hug, and then let me go quickly. “Uhh, I can email you…if you want…about those books.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier…” Colton said gently, looking back and forth between the three of us, “…if we didn’t? A weekend is one thing…”

Dante rubbed the back of his neck. “Best to make a clean break?”

I didn’t like it, but they were right. “Okay.”

“I guess this is goodbye, then.” Quinn stepped away.

“Right.” I put a smile on my face. “Thanks again.”

I got into my car and drove away. There was nothing left for me to do.

As much as I wanted more, I knew I would just disappoint them. They had their reasons for not wanting a pack, too. It was better this way, even if my heart yearned for more.

I went home and kept the details of my Vegas weekend to myself. It seemed too private to share. And if I missed Quinn’s random facts, Colton’s quiet assurance, and Dante’s flair, it was only my stupid heart, getting attached to people.

I was an independent woman. I should be able to have a sexy weekend without falling for the guys in question. I didn’t have any way of contacting them, anyway, and a clean cut was better.

Four weeks later, my cycle was late. I felt horrible, and the smell of anything but my own blankets made me want to vomit.

Feeling ridiculous, I snuck off to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. Omegas were ridiculously infertile unless we were in heat, which happened only four times a year. That was the entire reason why biology made us so horny during our heats.

I took the test home to my little cottage and peed on three sticks before I accepted the truth.

As I stared down at the twin pink lines indicating I was pregnant, I realized that I didn’t really need any more magic in my life after all.

Chapter6

Luna

Istared at the twin pink lines and sucked in a breath.

Who was it who decided two pink lines meant pregnancy? That was the only thing that came into my mind as I stared at the white plastic tube.

Because this wasn’t possible. The chances of getting pregnant outside of my heat were ridiculous. I had a better chance of winning the lottery and getting struck by lightning on the same day.

But the facts were that my period was two weeks late. And my stomach had been turning inside and out and I’d been nauseous for almost a week straight.

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