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Gage nodded. “Before the whole pack smells her.” He fixed Flint with a stern glance. “You’re not helping.”

Flint’s chuckle in my ear had my panties instantly wet. “You started it.”

“Gage,” Heath called. “Anything else?”

The pack alpha raised his eyebrows at me, as though they’d given me a chance to think of any more questions. I pulled away from Flint to try to clear my head.

That was when I realized, “Brielle said the same person who cursed me as a child cursed me with the fake fated mate bond.” I glanced back and forth between Gage and Flint. “That means my aunt was on Ironwood packlands at some point. She had to be, right? Can mages curse you from afar?”

Gage shrugged and glanced at Flint, whose lips pursed. “It might be possible. Do you remember any strange dreams in the nights leading up to that full moon?”

“I must be getting back,” Ingrid called from the other side of the clearing. “And you three should get her out of here before her heat hits. Try not to leave as the crow flies.”

I tilted my head in confusion, and Flint said, “She means a straight line. Because your scent would make it easy to track us.”

I sighed. My scent was forever getting us into trouble. If only my heat would show up already.

To be polite, I waved at Ingrid as she disappeared into the trees. Through the limbs, I caught sight of her removing her sling bag.

A few moments later, a mottled gray and brown wolf wearing a stuffed sling bag looked at us, her mouth open in a friendly expression before she trotted off into the woods. She stood at a more natural wolf size, larger than the domesticated dogs humans kept, but nothing compared to the size of my alphas.

My alphas,I thought to myself with a shake of my head.

But my inner wolf perked up and growled,Mine.

All three of them?I asked her, nervous for her answer.

I had a feeling I already knew what she would say. My mother had multiple mates. So had the Snow Moon woman I’d seen in the valley.

All of them,my wolf answered gleefully.

Chapter 18

Freya

As we walked back to our vehicle, sweat suddenly broke out across every inch of my skin, and I ripped my jacket off. My skin itched with the need to be touched. An ache centered between my legs, and the only thing I cared about was being filled.

I lunged for Flint, who wrapped an arm around my back but kept me moving forward, hurrying me along. “Let’s go, moonbeam.”

I gasped, “I think my heat is happening… right now!”

To my surprise, Heath took my hand, staring into my eyes for a moment before pulling me back toward our borrowed vehicle. “Yes, it’s here. But don’t worry, little wolf. We’ll take care of you.”

Everything seemed so bright it made me squint, and I wanted to dive into an ice bath. “How could you tell?”

“Your pupils are blown,” Heath said.

“You’re covered in sweat,” Flint added.

“Your scent is irresistible,” Gage growled from behind me. “We need to get you out of here ASAP.”

The growl from behind me made my wolf go wild inside of me. She wanted to run, to be chased, to make him prove himself just before she surrendered. My human body was just as excitable, and wetness drenched my panties all at once.

“Fuck,” Heath growled, my palm still in his. Then he glanced over at me. “You may start losing track of time, but that’s normal.”

“What?” I asked as Flint all but threw my suddenly languorous body into the backseat of the van.

It was becoming too hard to focus on anything but the alphas around me. Their intensity. Their smell. Their determination. Their desire.

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