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I fell back onto my ass, pain shooting up my tailbone. Anya rushed to me, helping me stand.

Gizmo yelped and then was standing off to the side of us, slightly in front. He didn’t seem to be injured, but boy, was he pissed.

“Gizmo. No.” Anya was trying to be firm but was also sobbing.

“Call off your dog!” The male officer that had pushed me had his gun drawn, pointing it at Gizmo’s feet.

The agent from OPS moved forward a few steps and held up her hands in one of those calm down gestures that did nothing to calm me down. “Let’s just all take a few deep breaths and go back to the house to talk.”

There were two men and another woman behind her. I didn’t need to smell the men to know they were alphas; I could tell just from the way they stood.

“They’re my pack. I won’t leave them.” I had somehow found my voice and stood a little taller. “Anya is right. We love each other. I want them as my pack.”

“We’ll see what we can do.” She was lying. I knew she was, and everyone else knew too. She moved closer, her hands still raised in that placating way that was pissing me off.

It happened fast. One second, Gizmo had been off to the side, growling but not moving. The next, he was heading straight for the OPS agent.

The officer raised his gun.

I lunged for Gizmo, my fingers touching his fur.

Anya lunged for me, her hands shoving me.

The gun went off.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

Avery

I could feel happiness radiating through our bond as we relaxed in our dressing room—another locker room—an hour before our show. I was pumped to perform and even more pumped to go back to our omega afterward.

If I had known all the pain would have led us to Kara, the last several years would have been so much more enjoyable. I hadn’t enjoyed the journey we’d been on because I’d been so inside my head.

“She’s not texting me back.” Cal threw his phone on the couch cushion between us.

“Probably taking a nap.” I didn’t look up from my phone where I was playing a game. “She said she and Anya were working on a surprise dinner for us.”

“Well, what are they doing? Hunting down a wild turkey?” Cal picked up his phone again. “I wish we could video chat with her before the show.”

“Not a good idea with so many people coming in and out.” I glanced over at him and snorted at his pout. “She’s fine, bro.”

“Bro?” He looked at me in shock. “You haven’t called me that in forever.”

I shrugged and went back to my game. “Well, you did lick my dick. It’s only fitting.”I saw him flinch out of the corner of my eye and laughed. “Although, I guess a real brother wouldn’t do that.”

“Let’s just forget that happened.” Cal grabbed his water off the coffee table.

The locker room we were in was set up very similarly to the last one we’d been in. It was spacious, with comfortable lounge areas. It also had arcade games, which Alvaro and Tate were playing the crap out of.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I would have probably done the same thing.” I used my last life on my game and turned off the screen. “I can’t wait until this tour is over.”

The locker room door opened, and our two managers strode in with Tate’s dad. This couldn’t be good.

“Shit,” Cal muttered and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Boys. Where are Alvaro and my son?” Marcus Carter was dressed in an expensive-looking navy-blue pin-striped suit, and his shoes probably cost more than my phone.Our pack had a lot of money, but we didn’t wear it.

Alvaro and Tate popped around the corner from the area where the games were. The mood in the room had shifted from content joy to annoyance and unease.

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