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"You got yourself one of those omegas? Like Harley?"
"We're here for business," I say. "Not to chat."
Tyler studies us for a moment, then shrugs.
"A grand. For the suppressants and blockers."
"Deal," I say.
Tyler disappears into the back of the garage. Returns with a small bottle. Maybe thirty pills.
"Strong as they come," he says. "One every twenty-four hours. Don't exceed the dose or she'll sick herself stupid."
I hand over a thousand dollars. Still leaves us with plenty for whatever else we need.
The drive back is quiet. August counts the pills twice. Calculates dosage and duration. Thirty days if we're careful.
"It's not enough long-term," he says.
"It's what we have."
"We need to find a more permanent solution."
I know he's right. But right now, all I can think about is getting back to her. Making sure she's safe. That Gunner and Hawk and Dante haven't fucked this up while we were gone.
"She'll be okay," August says, reading my mood.
"How can you know?"
"Because she's surrounded by people who would die before letting anything happen to her."
The truth of it settles in my chest. Four alphas and a beta, all of us willing to move mountains to keep her safe. It should be overwhelming. Should be too much.
Instead, it feels right.
"Never thought I'd find an omega," I say. "Never thought I'd get the chance."
"And now you have."
"What if I'm too much for her?" The words scrape out raw. "I'm too big, August. Too fucking rough. She's so small, so delicate. What if I hurt her just by existing near her?"
August's hand finds mine, squeezes gentle.
"You won't," he says with absolute certainty.
"Cass, you're the most naturally protective person I've ever met. You'll figure it out."
"And if she never stops being afraid of me?"
The question I've been avoiding. The one that cuts deepest.
August is quiet for a long time. Thinking.
"Then we love her anyway," he says finally. "However she'll let us."
The simplicity of it takes my breath away. Love her anyway. However she'll let us.
"That enough for you?" I ask.
