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I should protest again. I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing here. Ink hadn’t been on the program.

But I’m tongue-tied, still staring. My pants are starting to get kinda tight. What the hell? I’m not into alphas, I’ll say this right off the bat. I’m not much into guys, either. I’m more into soft, pretty omega girls.

Like Coco.

Thinking of her brings on a fresh wave of lust, and I’m totally fucked.

It takes me a moment to realize that the guy—Ryder—is staring right back at me, one dark brow arched. “I’ve seen you around before.”

I produce an inarticulate noise.

“You’re all hammered. This looks like a drunk “let’s get a tattoo” night. You might regret it tomorrow.”

Wouldn’t be the first time. Is it normal to go out with the express purpose of getting wasted every time, as if… to escape? What am I trying to escape from?

“And what design did you have in mind?” Ryder asks.

“Zach wants you to choose,” Gael says.

I growl. “Gael?—”

“A phoenix,” Ryder says, folding his inked arms over his chest.

And I’m back to staring.

“Really?” Even Ezra sounds skeptical.

I’m just gone, lost in a pair of golden eyes and rapidly losing all control of the situation.

“Something that transforms and transcends life,” Ryder says. “Breaking darkness apart. Remaking you.”

“You sure, dude?” Ezra frowns. “This guy has no darkness in him. He’s like sunshine in a bottle. What you see is what you get? That sort of thing.”

“The guy with no darkness in him doesn’t exist,” Ryder says. “No guy is ever happy with his lot in life. Every man wants to be reborn into the life he deserves.”

“He’s drunk,” I say, then consider what I said. “Fucking hell, are you drunk?”

Ryder frowns, then suddenly grins. “Yeah. Plastered.”

That’s fucking hilarious.

We’re about to be inked by a drunk artist. I’m about to get a phoenix because I am, apparently, a man with dark secrets I won’t even admit to myself. And the tattoo artist is getting my dick almost as hard as the one girl I’ve ever lusted after.

Tomorrow I won’t know what hit me...

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COCO

I feel shaken.

What’s happening tonight? It started with that edgy, handsome alpha who chatted me up, followed by Atticus ready to fight him for me, and then Zach... Zach grinning at me, then getting dragged away by his friends and vanishing in the crowd.

Suddenly I don’t know why I wanted to go out and get drunk.

My body and mind are torn in three different directions. My pussy throbs, wet and hot. My breasts ache. My heart pounds. I swear I can smell their scents, the scent of all three of them, an imprint against my senses so strong I’d bet you I could find them in the crowd by smell alone.

What’s going on with me?

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