Page 33 of In Control

“Wereyouout last night?” I ask accusingly. Because, come on, why the hell does he think it’s OK for him to go out on the prowl, but me? No, I have to stay home darning their socks or some such bullshit.

“Actually, I didn’t.” He lumbers to his feet, walking over to his chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers. He slides them on, the elastic snapping against the hard planes of his abdomen.

I scoff. I was out last night. Liam was out last night. Who knows what the hell Roman was up to. Esra expects me to believe he was sitting at home alone.

He scrubs his hand through his still-damp locks.

“I was working late.”

I watch him yank a fresh t-shirt over his head. “You could’ve come out with me, you know, Alpha, if you were that worried about my safety.”

He turns to look at me, his eyes cool. “You never invited me, Gabe.”

He walks from the room, slamming the door behind him and I wonder if I’m not the only one battling those twin demons of jealousy and spite.

I flop back on the bed, sinking into the sheets that smell of my alpha.

There’s something not right with the pack.

I’ve sensed it for a while now, an unease simmering in my stomach. But that look, that cool look of his: it sets that inclination bubbling away.

We used to be happy; content with the way we live, with the set up we have going on here, the dynamic between the four of us.

But then everything changed, everything shifted.

We’re not satisfied anymore.

Jealousy, spite, insecurities are leaking into our pack.

I can only hope the chasms they’re creating don’t rip us apart.

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Sophia

I can’t getthe damned coffee machine to work. I press the buttons I’m sure the omega did and the machine coughs and splutters and produces exactly nothing.

I give up, opening cupboards until I find glasses and filling one up from the tap instead.

This pack has an omega. Not just any omega: Gabriel Manchetti.

I close my eyes and picture him dancing across that stage again, every muscle in his body rippling as he swayed and glided as if it cost him nothing at all.

Up close, he was even more beautiful, his golden hair and green eyes making him look like the angel he was named after. He moved unconsciously with the grace of one too, despite his size. Large and well-built for an omega. The few I’ve met have always been tiny little things you could snap in two like a twig.

Not Gabriel.

I shake my head, wondering what the hell kind of setup I’ve walked into here.

I knew Liam was a pack alpha. I knew there were others in his life.

But an omega? An omega who claimed he was happy to share his alphas? I’ve never heard of anything like it.

He should’ve been scratching my eyes out, coming at me with a knife for touching his mate. Instead, he’d seemed more interested in having what his packmate has already had.

My cheeks warm at that prospect.

I’ve had threesomes before. Once with another woman and a man, and once with two men. I even had one once with an older couple who picked me up at a bar. But with an alpha and an omega …

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