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Camden leans in and kisses her as he takes the roses from her, handing Wilder his when they break apart. Wilder kisses Emilia’s cheek, and then they walk off the stage just as they approached it, hand in hand.

Dalton and Maverick are the next suitors called to the stage, and like us, they receive yellow roses. Dylan, on the other hand, gets a peach rose.

I’m beginning to see a pattern here.

All the suitors who had dates with her this week are receiving yellow roses, while those who didn’t are getting dates with her. It’s smart of her, making sure she gets time with all of us. I certainly can’t fault her for that.

That means that Evander, Ian, and Sasha also receive yellow roses. While Gavin, Lee, and Malik receive lavender roses, Paxton gets a peach rose.

Am I sad I won’t get to go on a date with her this week? Of course. I’m sure all of us wished we could spend that extra time with her, but I also don’t mind.

I know we had a good time together, and she likes me and my brother. She liked us before she knew we were her suitors.

For now, I think we’re safe, and that makes me happy.

Chapter Twenty-two

Emilia

I’ll admit, I’m freaking out a little about introducing Camden and Wilder to Hawk and Jasper. Not because I don’t think they’ll like them, but because this is a big step forward in the process of me finding a new pack. Something I hadn’t thought I wanted just a few weeks ago.

It’s crazy how quickly things can change.

“You’re nervous,” Camden says, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “Is there something I can do to help?”

My mind flashes back to how we spent Friday night and a good portion of Saturday.

He and Wilder curse as Camden’s arm tightens around me.

I laugh nervously. “Let me guess. I’m perfuming?”

“Oh, yeah.” Wilder nods, shaking his head. “Whatever you’re thinking about? Maybe don’t think about it again? At least not while we’re visiting with your family.”

“You’re both nervous too,” I say, just now realizing it.

Camden rolls his eyes. “Of course we are. You made it very clear how much your boys’ opinions matter to you. What if we screw this up and they hate us?”

I snuggle into him, rubbing my cheek on his chest since I can’t reach his face.

Yes, I’m scent-marking him. What can I say? He’s mine, and I want everyone to know it while we don’t wear each other’s bite.

“They’re going to love you. This is just a formality.”

Wilder doesn’t look convinced as he nods toward the door of Remington’s cabin. “Maybe tell that to the two of them.”

I turn my head to see my boys looking out the glass on each side of the door with their eyes narrowed on Camden. He immediately releases his hold on me and takes a step back, and I just shake my head as I laugh.

“You two can’t seriously be intimidated by a five-year-old and a seven-year-old, can you?”

I just laugh harder when they don’t answer me, knocking on the door. I’m not even a little bit surprised that Remington opens the door almost immediately. “Hello, baby brother.”

“I’m not a baby, so you certainly shouldn’t call me baby brother.” He rolls his eyes, but I just ignore him as I open my arms for my boys.

They hurry over, throwing their arms around me gently as they hug me.

“You’re the one who told them to glare at Camden and Wilder, aren’t you?”

My brother just grins. Of course he did. Once an annoying little brother, always an annoying little brother.

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