Page 56 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

Stepping forwards looking like the neanderthal that he is but he gets a look from Anthony that stops him in place. It’s not common for Ant to defy or go against Pax. Him doing it now makes our pack lead pause.

I’m thankful at the moment that Anthony has her in his arms and that he is on the same wavelength that I am.

Paxton glares and if Anthony wasn’t holding Sadie I’m sure that he would be getting punched in the face. It would have been a double bloody nose day for us. Sadie sniffles and I move over, laying my hand on her cheek as she looks at me with her sad blue eyes.

She wants me but she feels guilty. I can work with this. I can fix this for all of us.

“Let's get you back to your apartment. Anthony and I will take you. Okay, brat?” She nods her head at me, pushing her cheek against my hand as I lean in, stealing a soft kiss before she nestles into Anthony again. At least she is clinging to us.

Jace is looking at Paxton probably trying to figure out how to avoid him losing his ever loving mind but that ship has already sailed. He’s going to be a horror to deal with for a few hours.

“Why don’t we drop them off at Sadie’s place andthen head to the office for a little bit?” Jace is trying to compromise with Paxtonbut he is in one of his moods where sense doesn’t exist.

His eyes are on Sadie’s back as her crying starts to soothe out thanks to the purrs. Anthony’s fingers tracing up and down her spine as he whispers to her. He is good at soothing our omega. Understands something about her that hasn’t clicked yet for me.

I’m thankful.

No one would think that Ant would be the one that would calm her down but I can see how Sadie trusts him. Anthony never tries to be anyone but who he is. He doesn’t try to fit in, like I do. He doesn’t try to make peace like Jace does. He doesn’t try to have control like Paxton does.

Anthony is just him. For better or for worse.

Sadie’s fingers are in the back of his head, running through his hairbefore she tugs off his hat, sitting up as she puts it on and giving him a cheeky smile.

That’s our girl.

She is on her feet, slipping her hand into Anthony’s as she looks up at him smirking when he squeezes her hand before she reaches for mine.

I weave our fingers, stroking my thumb over hers as she calms down, her eyes looking at my face again, making sure I’m okay.

“Fine.” the one word comes out harsh. Sadie flinches before looking as Paxton storms from the gym. His bad mood is apparent as the smell of him comes out like bitter tea.

“It’s okay, Sadie girl. He just-”

“Is a knothead.” She mutters but her eyes still are on where he went and I know she understands it’s more.

Because Sadie is perfect for all of us. She accepts our moods just like we accept hers.

CHAPTER 13

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?

Sadie

“Idon’t want to nap.” I’m pouting with just a towel wrapped around me as Cameron sits on the edge of my bed. His hair is wet and it makes the top curl in a way that has my fingers itching to run through it.

He was the first one to shower as Anthony rummaged around my kitchen for an after workout snack. He ended up giving up halfway through and finally settling to eat a protein bar that he had in his gym bag. Stressing me out as he slammed cabinets and mentioned getting a food delivery for me.

After I had showered, he had vanished into my tiny bathroom where he was probably getting a cold shower after Cam and I had used all the hot water.

Cam’s hands reach for my hips, pulling me against him. My ass fits against his upper thigh as his nose runs over my neck, dropping soft kisses there. I’m too afraid to move, not wanting to hit him in the nose and do more damage to him.

My heart is beating steadily from the kisses and closeness. Cameron is only in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest warm as I nuzzle into it, thinking how I would like to do something before I get to sleep. Something like using my tongue to trace all his tattoos.I could be a cartographer of his body, my mouth being the device that measures each dip and crevice of his muscle, my teeth nipping over his tattoos, my lips kissing old scars. I’d create an oral recreation of his body.

“How about I help you get tired?” His voice is a seductive whisper against the shell of my ear. It makes my skin prickle with gooseflesh from his tone and I can feel the way that my body gets warm all over.

Not giving me a chance to think twice, his knees push together and then spread, hooking my thighs over them as he opens me up for him.

One of his tattooed hands slips up, pulling at my towel and tossing it aside, towards where my laundry pile is looking like an impassable mountain.

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