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“We have laser tag, karaoke, an arcade, pool tables, and air hockey. There’s much fun to be had here. Now, did you want to do the black light bowling?”

Glancing between my suitors, I shrug. “Definitely, but maybe not for the first round. We need to teach Riley how to bowl first.”

Eugene nods, stepping back. “Raph will be manning the snack stand, and Don will be at the main desk in case anything pops up. I’ll be in my office working on paperwork, but if you need anything, just see either one of them. When you’re ready for black light bowling, let Don know, and he’ll hit the lights for you. Have fun!”

“Thank you,” Ian calls out as he drops in front of the computer screen to enter our names after taking my ball and setting both of them on the return.

Taylor joins him after she does the same, leaving me to lead Carter and Riley over to the return. “Put your balls here, Riley. This is where they’ll come out once we throw them down the alley. Now, how much do you know about bowling?”

Riley gives a self-deprecating snort. “Not a damn thing.”

“That’s okay. We’ll start from the beginning.”

I didn’t know how much fun it would be to teach someone how to bowl, but I have a blast. We all do terribly on the first round, which seems to set Riley at ease. For the second game, most of us do better—especially Riley. Ian was right. He absolutely sucks at bowling, and he doesn’t seem to improve from that first game.

By the time lunch rolls around, Riley is kicking our asses in every game. We eat a quick meal before trying out each of the options offered by Alley Cat—even karaoke.

I’m a terrible singer, but everyone claps for me just as much as they do for Taylor and Riley, who can actually sing.

When Mike rounds us up to head back to the compound, I’m exhausted. I had so much fun, but I’m really not looking forward to the rose ceremony in a few hours. I’ll have to see if I can sneak a nap in before then.

This time, I sit in the back between Carter and Riley. Every time my head lilts to the side, I jerk myself awake until Riley chuckles.

“Just lay your head on my shoulder,” he tells me. “Let yourself sleep a bit before we make it back.”

And who am I to argue with the alpha?

My nap might be short, but it’s a deep sleep. Riley has to help me up the walkway because I can barely keep my eyes open. He hands me off to Bree and Tessa, who carry me into my suite and lay me on the bed.

“Thank you,” I murmur, eyes already closed—not that I had much luck keeping them open in the first place.

“Sleep, Remy. I set an alarm for you. When you wake up, just call the kitchen and they’ll bring you some dinner before the ceremony. Or you can join the others if you wake up early enough.”

“‘Kay,” is all I manage to get out before sleep is pulling me under once more.

Chapter Sixteen

Riley

WatchingTessaandBreelead Remington into his suite, I can’t help wishing it was me.

I want to be the one who carries him to his room when he’s too tired. I want to do everything for him that he’ll allow—which tells me just how badly I’ve already fallen for the omega after being around him for less than a day.

“You like him,” Carter says as we follow Taylor and Ian up the stairs.

I shrug. It’s not like I can deny his words. Not only because it’s true, but because he can feel it in our bond. I’m not a good enough liar to fool my pack mate. Not that I want to. I made Carter mine because I love him, and I want him to feel what I’m feeling. I want to know what he’s feeling.

Claiming him just before coming onHeatedthe first time had been a mistake—that’s easy to admit now. After all, hindsight is 20/20. I’ve also had a lot of time to think about why I made the decisions I did.

I allowed my uncertainty and my fear to rush our bond. Carter and I would’ve been just fine coming on as an unbonded pack, but I just had to push it.

I was such a cocky little shit. I was so sure I knew everything and that my way was the right way.

That’s not to say I regret biting him because I don’t, but I do regret the circumstances in which I claimed him. I hate that I allowed my insecurities to sully something beautiful between the two of us. That it ruined what could’ve been with Bree.

Not that Bree was meant for us, but she could’ve been, and I would’ve ruined it for both of us. It’s a little too soon to see if Remington will be the right fit for us, but damn, I really hope he is.

It took her sending us home for me to realize just how selfish I was—how selfish I’ve been my entire life.

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