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Step 5:Blow off the next pack dinner with a casual “I’ve got plans” and let them all spiral.

Step 6:Post a story from your couch, wearing one of their hoodies with zero explanation.

Step 7:Make the whole pack question who’s actually in charge here.

Step 8:MakeWesquestion every decision he’s ever made—including letting you go.

Step 9:Walk away before it explodes. Before the bond claws back in.

Step 10:…Try not to look back.

(Even if your whole body is already turning in that direction.)

Easy.

I drag a blanket over my lap, lean back on the couch, and stare up at the ceiling.

I’ve got this.

I just have to keep reminding myself of one simple truth: Wes Knight broke my heart, and now, it’s his turn. But maybe… after girls night. Anddefinitelyafter I figure out what the hell Cam meant when he said he’d carry bodies or bags for me.

God help me. I think I might actually like these idiots.

Chapter Twelve

Aimee

“Okay,” Lex says, slamming her wine glass down with enough force to make the table wobble. “Start from the top. And don’t you dare skip the part where you slept with Jace fucking Callahan in his SUV.”

Zara sighs dreamily. “I still can’t believe that you slept with him. We’re talking about the same Jace Callahan, right?” she asks. “The Alpha of Callahan Fitness? The one with the arms like steel beams and the ego to match? The guy who posts shirtless deadlifts and ruins my entire will to live every time he pops up on my feed?”

“We are,” I sigh, swirling my fork in my pasta. “And I was going to tell you sooner.”

“Liar,” they say in unison.

“Okay, Imeantto tell you both already,” I amend, grinning. “But I got distracted by the full-body muscle cramp that comes from being bent in half by six-foot-four of pure alpha instinct and a voice that calls you ‘baby’ like it’s gospel.”

Lex screeches and smacks the table. “IKNEW IT. You walked in here with the smug, freshly-knotted glow of an omega who got absolutely railed by an alpha who has quadriceps the size of my entire personality.”

“Oh my god,” Zara groans, covering her eyes. “This isinsane.You lost your reborn virginity toJace Callahan.Did you see the photo of him in the omega rescue charity calendar?!”

Lex gasps. “I remember that one! He was the November spread! The one in the gray sweatpants!”

“The very same,” I nod solemnly. “And let me tell you: he’s even better without them.”

Zara makes a strangled sound. “I have church in the morning.”

“You’re not even religious,” Lex snaps, leaning closer. “Aims, you have to tell useverything. Did he talk during it? Did he growl? How long did he last?”

I lean back, theatrically wistful. “He lifted me into the backseat, then practically threw my leg over his shoulder like I was just another piece of gym equipment he knew how to break in.”

Lex slaps my arm. “Alpha gymnastics. Floor routine: you. Beam routine: your backseat survival skills.”

I laugh so hard I nearly snort wine out of my nose. “I swear, his SUV steamed up so badly we could’ve filmed a nature documentary on pheromone-induced weather systems.”

“Was he good?” she prods.

“Good?” I repeat. “He wasinsane.And he wassoattentive.”

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