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“You can stay as long as you want,” he says softly. “You don’t…you don’t have to leave after your Heat, if you don’t want to.”
My eyes snap open in surprise.
Going back to my lonely, empty apartment isn’t appealing at all. It’s nothing like this packhouse that’s so full of life and filledwith mouthwatering scents of the most attractive Alphas I’ve ever been with.
My inner Omega is screaming to sayyes.
Of course, I want to stay here. I would have a beautiful furnished room all to myself with a real bed, not just a mattress on the floor. Poe, Maddox, and Avery would never be far.
I could be happy.
Until that old, evil voice breaks its silence in my head, loud enough that it cuts through my delight at Poe’s offer.
What have you done to earn this? Do you think you’ve worked hard enough to have these nice things?
My stomach sours.
No, I’m just here for my Heat.
My scent is more inviting to Poe than ever before—of course he would say things that he doesn’t truly believe.
I don’t give him a response.
It isn’t until sweat clings to my brow and I’m squirming in his hold that he speaks again.
“What do you need, baby?”
His voice is impossibly low and ridiculously sexy. Pleasure shoots through my pussy, making my womb clench, and I let out a pathetic whine.
My hormones are in full swing again.
“Nest,” I moan. “I need to get back to my nest.”
Another scent wafts through the room, so spicy it tickles my nostrils.
“We’ve got you, Omega,” Maddox says. His gaze is dark and hungry as he licks his lips, keeping his icy eyes on me while Poe lifts me into his arms. He carries me out of the front room and back toward my bedroom.
Avery joins them in the hallway, and when all three of their scents combine, I beg to be knotted again.
They’re more than happy to do it.
20
PIPER
“Welcome back, Princess,”Blair smirks as I head into the rescue.
I’m disturbingly early today, which makes Blair look even crazier than she already is.
“What the hell are you doing here already?” I demand. Alvin lets out a pleased yowl and hurries toward me, nudging my hand aggressively.
“Eh. I couldn’t sleep,” she admits. “Emptied the litter boxes and responded to some emails. Now we’re ahead for the day.”
I missed an entire week at the rescue. In the time I was gone, a video edit Blair made about one of our kittens went viral. Six cats were adopted, and we received a generous amount of cat food donations off our online wish list.
Furs and Purrs did just fine without me.
“You can go home for the day,” I say, glancing at the schedule Blair jotted down on the calendar. “Mari is coming in to help soon, and you’ve worked alllast week.”
