Page 66 of Truth or Pack

“He likes pizza and the color red, he always told me to wear the red dress when we went out,” she said, a defiant smirk on her face that made Taryn snort.

“Wrong. His favorite food is his omega. The color? Black… or the blue of my eyes,” Taryn said with a sexy as fuck smirk my way.

Sadie sputtered at her words but Taryn dismissed her, turning to me and pointing to the car. “Get in, you need to wash that bitch off of you before I kiss you again.” She stopped at the door of the car and turned. “And if you dare to touch what’s mine again, I’ll break your fucking hand.”

Iwas still fuming as we drove away from town. The groceries were in the back and the guys were practically beaming.

Me? I was still trying not to lose my shit.

I couldn’t get the image of her kissing Ash out of my mind. He had done everything right in that situation and all I wanted to do was claim him all over again.

“How about we go hang out at the shop later? I’d love to show you where we work,” Ash said gently.

It was an attempt to soothe me and I gave him a small smile.

“That sounds nice,” I admitted. I’d have plenty to edit this week. The shoot with Mathias went well, and I knew Ash on a motorcycle would do just as good.

The moment we pulled up to the packhouse I pointed at the stairs. “Go scrub that bitch’s scent off of you right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, sprinting up the stairs. I didn’t relax until the sound of his shower kicking on filled the silence.

“What can we do?”

They were acting like I was feral and would freak out again. My omega was fucking ecstatic her alphas defended her, and even more excited that we defended ourself.

That punch felt so fucking good and I didn’t even bruise my hand.

“How about you take your coffee and go read on the porch while we tackle dinner. We’ll send a clean Ash out to you once he’s done,” Mathias encouraged.

Part of me wanted to argue, but when he pressed my kindle into my hand and wrapped a fuzzy blanket over my shoulders, I didn’t resist.

The porch was becoming my favorite part of the packhouse. There was an old swing out here and I settled onto it, still wrapped in my warm blanket, and started to read.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t hold my attention. My omega needed to mark her alpha with a possessiveness that was impossible to ignore.

When the door opened, I jumped to my feet and rushed at my alpha. He’d left his shirt off and I took advantage, running my face and neck all over every inch of skin I could reach, starting at his abs, and moving up his chest to his own neck, then cheeks.

He was laughing, but it had a husky edge.

Finally, I gripped his face in my hands and slammed my mouth to his in a possessive, hungry kiss that was borderline feral.

“Princess, I’m yours, and only yours,” he reassured me as he kissed me back, words half-muffled by our mouths. “I like when our omega gets all territorial.”

As if he couldn’t help but ruin our fun, my other alpha had to interrupt.

“Don’t get too sexy out here,” Holt called as he walked out. “Dinner’s done.”

Ash slowed the kiss before pulling away. It felt like my body was on fire and a weird whimper escaped as he stepped back. Both of their brows dipped down in concern.

“You alright, princess?” Ash asked, stepping closer again, worry filtering through his scent as I deflated into his touch again.

“Yeah, sorry,” I muttered. “My omega isn’t happy about today, but she’ll be fine.”

It was a lie. This was a heat spike but it wasn’t hitting me full force yet. I had a few days if past experience meant anything.

There was a nagging in the back of my mind, reminding me that this was different. I was bonded now. At least to half of my pack.

Mathias was next. Something that had me following him back inside for dinner.

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