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It was everything I didn’t know I needed to hear. But it was no longer that easy.

I’d run… twice.

Now I had them, too.

My eyes flickered to Loki who had been eerily quiet and the disappointment in his gaze broke me further.

“I’ll get my things and go stay with Teagan,” I said as my emotions reached a crescendo, going from overwhelming to just… numb.

I’d lost them both. There was no way they’d forgive me for this.

Loki’s voice was thunderous, making me jump.

“If you fucking try to run one more goddamn time I’ll tie you to that damn chair, omega.” He moved closer, settling in front of me, right next to Damien.

“How can you say that? Why would you want me here?” My voice cracked, tears stinging my eyes.

Damien frowned. “Who is this girl? My Eliza is confident and would never question my loyalty.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought,” I said, hating the insecurities this talk was shining a spotlight on. “I’m a mess.”

“You’re our mess and you need to stop talking down to yourself,” Loki countered. “You’re not going anywhere and neither are we.”

Chapter

Nine

Loki

Seeing Eliza practically curl up on herself made my heart ache. My girl was confident about many things but apparently, she was a master at hiding her insecurities. Not to mention old fiances.

I shook that thought from my head and as I contemplated how to remind her just how much I love her my cell phone rang.

Cursing, I answered it curtly, my gaze shooting right to Damien who arched an eyebrow at me.

“Pres, we have a situation.”

“What’s going on,” I growled out.

“The New York chapter is ready to wrap up talks and they are questioning where their president is.”

Shit.

Foolishly, I had thought that my life was finally going to calm down, settle down with Eliza. Bane and I had our omega but it seemed that it was going to be even more insanity. My cousin Romeo had joined the dynamic and now here with anotheralpha, one that was the president of another chapter. Chaos in every facet of my life.

“Tell them that everyone will be at the club house in ten,” I told him curtly and then hung up.

“What’s going on?” Damien asked, sharp gaze missing nothing.

Eliza’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two of us.

“Your chapter is ready to end talks and get home. They are getting antsy about being here,” I told him evenly, closely watching him.

“Meaning they are having issues with me and how I’ve acted since I saw Eliza,” he translated, running a hand through his beard.

“Yes,” I replied. “We need to be on the same page before we walk out there to meet them in ten minutes. And to be perfectly clear here, I’m the President of the Reapers here, so if you want that position—”

“I want Eliza. I don’t need the title of president,” he cut me off easily. He’d mentioned it once before but I needed to know he was serious. I wasn’t giving up my title and I sure as fuck wasn’t giving up my omega.

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