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My heart skips a beat. “I want it.”

His finger strokes the side of my throat. “Dale wanted my mark right here. You can have it wherever you want it.”

Right, because Betas don’t have to show their marks. It’s a protective sign for an Omega, showing they have an Alpha or Alphas. It’s not the same for Betas. It’s seen more like a perverse thing that makes old ladies avert their gaze. It’s vaguely taboo and unusual.

“I want it where everyone can see it.”

He grins at me, and I see his teeth sharpen.

God, that’s fucking sexy.

“Here?” he asks, running his finger over a patch of skin that could be easily hidden by a collar.

“Higher,” I tell him.

He moves up a little and strokes another patch of skin that could be covered by a turtleneck.

“Higher,” I insist.

He moves his finger up to the highest patch of skin he could mark.

“Right there,” I tell him.

He leans in and nips the skin between his sharpened teeth.

The sting disappears quickly, replaced by a sweet kind of bliss at being marked by my Alpha mate.

He strokes the front of my jeans as he moves back, his gaze rising to mine.

He’s leaning in to kiss me when we’re interrupted by a thunder of feet on the stairs.

“Zelena’s fucking mother just stabbed me in the back.” Archer is fuming, standing there with his phone in his hand, clearly having just read the same article we did.

I look back at Zane. “Do you want to tell him about the letter or should I?”

Chapter Eighty-Four

Zoey

I wake up in Dale’s arms, with the scents of all our mates in the room, and the zingy, creamy taste of our combined perfumes sweetening the air. It’s like heaven, waking up on a blissed-out high.

I took Archer as my mate and my Alpha last night.

He marked my throat and gave me my first knot.

I also claimed Dale as mine, and I got to watch Zane claim him for the first time, before he gave him his mark. I feel awful at how long Dale had to wait for those things, but I’m glad I got to be by his side while Zane made up for the years they lost.

Everything feels so perfect. I can’t believe this is my life.

That’s kind of how I felt when my music career first started.

The enthusiasm took a while to fade, and there were still amazing moments, but I know now that life needs to change. I can never go back to living out of hotels. I need a home and a nest, and more than anything I need my mates around me.

I carefully move away from Dale, only to find him awake when I do.

“Hey, you’re awake!” he accuses, as if I was pretending to be asleep.

“I just woke up,” I tell him. “Like two seconds ago.”

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