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And one way or another, I'm going to win.

Chapter Seventeen

Aimee

I’m still giggling when I close the door.

Actually, no—gigglingdoesn’t do this justice. This is full-on, shoulders-shaking, wheezing-into-a-pillow laughter. I have to physically collapse onto the bed to avoid making noise, face buried in the fluffiest pink throw blanket in existence. Which, by the way, I bought solely to irritate Wes.

Worth. Every. Penny.

Thefacehe made. Themiseryin every begrudging note. God, if I could bottle the energy of Wesley Knight gritting his way through that pitchy verse, I would slap it on a luxury candle, call it Alpha Regret, and use the royalties to fund a beach house, a small skincare empire, and an emotional support alpaca.

I kick my feet and roll onto my back, beaming at the soft, estrogen-drenched chaos that is now my room. Technically their old guest room—now officially Omega Nesting Paradise. It’s been a week since I moved in, and honestly, I’mthriving. The transformation is complete: blush-toned bedding, mood lightingthat saysI’m soft but dangerous, and a passive-aggressive cactus named Kevin who judges everyone equally.

And, of course, a humidifier set to “Lavender + Domination.” I made Wes unbox it for me and set it up while I sat cross-legged in bed wearing the tiniest silk pajamas I could find—barely-there shorts, a lace-trimmed cami, and zero shame.

He lookedhorrified.

I open my group chat with Lex and Zara. The notifications hit me immediately.

LEX:Aimee, bitch: where are you??? We need an update. Immediately.

Screenshots. Scent profile. Body count.

ZARA:And outfit deets. Is Cam’s hoodie back in rotation? We need visuals.

I snort so hard I briefly worry I’ve dislocated something, then type out a two-word response:

Wes sang.

There’s a brief pause.

Then all hell breaks loose.

LEX:YOU ARE KIDDING ME?!

WHO DID YOU KILL??

WHAT SONG?!

DID YOU FANG HIM MID-VERSE?

ZARA:Wait. Like...sangsang?

With vocal cords and suffering?

I’m laughing so hard I can barely type.

Yep. Full verse, with eye contact and everything. Pure misery on his part.

Oh, thememory. The way Cam and Jace stared at Wes as if he’d committed an actual crime by refusing to partake in the singing,thentheir expressions when he started existing off-beat.

His grimace. The soul-leaving-his-body energy.

It was everything I dreamed of and more.

LEX:OH MY GOD. You did it.

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