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“He’ll tell me eventually,” I murmur. “When he’s ready. I don’t want to push. But I see it in his eyes sometimes—like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like he still thinks he’s not allowed to have anything good. And that... kills me.”

Fallon squeezes my fingers tighter. “You’re good for him. For all of them.”

“I’m trying to be,” I whisper.

“Youare.” Her voice is fierce now. “They’re lucky to have you.”

I smile, warmth blooming low in my chest. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Chapter Seven

Violet

May 25th

7:32 P.M

She nudges me again, eyes sparkling wickedly. “Speaking of waiting…how’s the sex? Amazing, right? Three hot, protective alphas—gotta be mind-blowing.”

I groan dramatically, letting my head fall back against the couch cushions. “I’ve only had sex with Fox so far. Girl. That man has a dirty mouth and a fantastic cock.”

Her mouth literally drops open, her eyes widening comically. “Wait—are you serious right now?”

I shoot her an exasperated look. “Dead serious. It’s been weeks, and aside from Fox and one ridiculously hot kiss with Jex—which, to be fair, melted my fucking brain—nothing has happened. Like, literally nothing.”

Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Nothing?”

“Nothing!” I huff, waving my hands emphatically. “I mean, yeah, they cuddle me constantly and are affectionate. Dare touches me all the time—holds my hand, pulls me close on the couch—and Fox has been sneaking into my nest every night, but no sex. They’re all sweet and perfect and protective. But sex?” I groan again, louder. “Not even a hint!”

Fallon bursts into laughter, shaking her head at my misery. “Oh my god, Violet. Have you considered that maybe they’re trying to be respectful? Like, they’re afraid of pushing you too fast?”

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Respectful, sure. But at this rate, I’m going to spontaneously combust from sexual frustration. Do you know how hard it is having three incredibly hot alphas walking around shirtless, looking like actual gods, and not having sex with them? It’s torture. Actual, physical torture. Especially after getting a taste from Fox. Ten out of ten, Fallon.”

Fallon’s laughter only intensifies, tears forming in her eyes as she clutches her stomach. “Poor baby. Three perfect mates who are too nice and respectful. Your life is so tragic.”

“Stop mocking my pain!” I shove her playfully, giggling despite myself. “Seriously though, do I have to spell it out for them?”

She wipes away tears of laughter, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? Maybe you do. Alphas can be dense as hell. Especially protective, morally-upstanding ones.”

I sigh dramatically again, leaning my head against her shoulder. “Great. So now I have to make the first move. Maybe I could walk into a room naked. I figure that should work, right?”

She snorts loudly. “Oh my god. I’m totally doing that later tonight. Just hanging out in the kitchen naked.”

I smile slightly, trying not to laugh. “I need details, and I’ll give you mine.”

Fallon laughs softly, squeezing my hand. “Deal. But trust me, they’re probably as frustrated as you are. Maybe more.”

I smirk a little, hope sparking in my chest. “God, I hope so.”

Because if I have to go another week without my mates touching me in all the ways I’m desperately craving, I might genuinely explode.

“I’m so glad you’re back from Boston,” I say, curling my legs under me as I settle deeper into Fallon’s plush couch. “So, what happened with all that drama?”

Fallon’s usually bright eyes immediately darken with irritation as she lets out a sharp huff, leaning her head back against the cushions. “Ugh, Marcy is still in the wind. Which sucks, because I honestly would’ve preferred to kill her myself.The bitch stole so much from me, Vi. More than just money—my peace of mind, too. My employees' livelihoods, their sanity. I swear.”

Her midnight-blue hair spills messily over her shoulders, and she scowls dramatically, rubbing her temples like the entire ordeal still gives her a headache. Her small frame is tense, dressed comfortably in dark leggings and an oversized emerald-green sweater that hangs loosely off one shoulder.

I frown sympathetically, sipping from my iced coffee. “At least she’s gone now. Did you ever recover the money she took?”

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