Page 12 of Damaged Princess

"Yeah," I say, blowing out a breath. "I mean, has it been cleaned since it was used?"

Rafe frowns. "Vik and Wolfe have been in this suite for three years. It hasn't been used since they've been here."

My jaw falls open. "Do you use other rooms? I thought your pack was in the rotation to help omegas through their heat?"

"Fuck no," Rafe says, grimacing. "Sorry, my mom would slap me in the back of the head for using that kind of language in front of a lady." He guides me toward a long hallway and my heart tries to beat right out of my chest.

Yes, Rafe has a certain kind of charm that's all his own.

"I didn't know Vik was back," Rafe says, running a hand through the long black curls on the top of his head. It pulls me out of the memory and back into the moment.

"Is he?" I ask, shrugging. "If he is, I didn't hear about it."

"Good morning," Wolfe says, shuffling into the kitchen. "Would you grab me a water, sweetness?"

I laugh. He's only in a pair of black boxer-briefs. He could probably ask me to procure him a leprechaun and I'd have to do it.

I spin around, heading back to the refrigerator, and grab one for him. His warm hands wrap around my hips as I pop up, turning to hand him the bottle.

"Thanks," he says, staring down at me.

A bizarre fluttering hits my stomach. Wolfe is gorgeous. There's no way around it. If the broad shoulders and strong arms don't suck you in, then the perfect straight white teeth and dirty smirks will.

I won't even get started on the dark tattoos that cover most of his chest and abs. They're magically hypnotizing my brain and better judgment into thinking it's necessary to lick him to call dibs.

"I said thanks, dollface." Wolfe chuckles, scratching at his chest.

"No problem," I say, heading to leave the kitchen. "Nice to see you again, Rafe."

"You too," Rafe replies, but he's not looking at me. He's busy giving Wolfe a look I can't decipher. I'm barely outside the kitchen when he continues, "What the hell? Tell me you didn't stick your dick in Vik's omega."

Vik's omega? Oh, no. Screw that.

I refuse to sit around pining and waiting for a guy to get his shit together.

I stop dead in my tracks.

I glance between Wolfe's bedroom and the door leading out of the suite. Yeah, it would be nice to have my dress, but also,fuck this.

I aim for the door out of their place.

I grab my shoes and my keycard, then ever-so-quietly unlock and open the door.

I can't let myself end up like Melody or my mom.

Evie introduced us before Melody left. I think she was hoping the two of us might be friends.

I sat around listening while they talked. Maybe I was meant to participate in the conversation but making one friend is kinda overwhelming, let alone two. But that's not the point.

The point is Melody spentten damn yearswaiting for Luke's brother, Ben, to get his shit together.

Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not on board with sitting around waiting on a man to realize my worth.

Let alone allowing any such bullshit asVik's omegato become a thing.

I'm stomping down the hallway, getting ready to head down the stairs, when Murphy comes down the flight of stairs above me. His long dark hair falls around his face as he does a double take.

"Where the hell are your clothes?" Murphy grumbles. He stops by my side and grabs a handful of Wolfe's giant t-shirt. He pulls it to his nose like an animal sniffing for scent. "And why the fuck are you wearing Wolfe's shirt?"

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