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Mister One meows.

Purrever.

CHAPTER 31

APOLLO

Date night.

We were taking our Omega on the first official date in this courting process.

After the afternoon with the police, she needed it.

My Mama had come over to watch the cat because Clover was afraid to leave him alone in the house. Since he had shit on Vaughn’s rug already, it seemed smart to have someone watch the cat.

Afuckingcat.

I was still ready to kill Griffin over the suggestion.

Even though Clover had been so excited all day over the orange poof ball. She had held him on her lap during the police interview, her scent never getting too upset since it calmed her to stroke him.

Ugh.

Why did it have to have a positive influence on her?

“Are you ready?” Mickey was walking into my room. Looking too good in the khaki colored slacks and burgundy knit long sleeve shirt. He smelled so good, all the clean Beta sweet champagne scent of him filling the room.

My arm wraps around him, turning him so that we were pressed against each other. Our lips clashing in a needy kiss.

I loved him endlessly and need him to always know that.

“Mhhh, what was that for?” He teases, unbuttoning the top button on my white long sleeve shirt.

I had gone with navy blue dress pants and a white shirt. We had agreed to take her out to eat followed by a sip and paint night under the stars. We also planned to give her our group gift tonight.

There was a lot going into tonight.

I was nervous as hell. What if we didn’t go enough? What if the courting gift wasn’t good enough for her?

“Honestly, should I be nervous? I feel nervous.” Griffin walks into my room without knocking, tugging on his leather jacket.

Of course he went all black with a black tee shirt, black dress pants, and his black leather jacket. He wants to always have that cool look about him. He’s keeping up with his pretty boy meets bad boy look.

Loser.

“I mean, you actually like her.” Mick comments, smirking at him, “Have you ever seriously dated someone before?”

Griff makes a sound like he is about to complain about us not taking him seriously when there is a knock on the door and Clover walks in.

Holy actual fuck.

“I didn’t know what to wear. Vaughn said anything would be fine but anything is bland! I got this dress yesterday when I went shopping and thought it might be nice. Is it okay? If it’s not okay I can go and change. I just-” I’m stepping forward, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around my finger.

She had curled it and left it hanging over her shoulders in pretty waves. A velvet blue bow is pulling some of her thick hair back from her face so that we can see she had put on a little makeup. Just enough blush to highlight her cheeks and mascara to darken those long lashes of hers.

Had there ever been a more beautiful Omega?.

Clover’s navy blue dress is covered in silver star shapes. It has sheer long sleeves, a corseted top that is pulled tight and has her breasts almost spilling out of it. The tutu style skirt is so short that I worry we’re going to be fighting someone tonight.

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