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They barely ate as I spoke and dropped their forks when I finished.

“What is mate care?” Alaric asked, his attention focused solely on me.

“It teaches you how to pleasure your mates.” I stuffed my mouth with food, giving myself a few minutes to fight off my humiliation.

The dining room went silent, and when I peeked through my lashes, I couldn’t identify the mixture of emotions on their faces. Confusion, anger, and disbelief flashed through their eyes, and the bond rattled in my chest.

“You can ask whatever you want to know,” I whispered.

Wynn’s jaw was tight as he growled, “How exactly does one teach that?”

I kept my eyes on my plate and pushed a few veggies around. “The Governesses who instructed the classes started with biology, and then we moved to male anatomy, pressure points, androgynous zones, and practical methods.” I lifted my head, letting them see the fury in my eyes. “Everything we should know to keep our mates satisfied sexually.”

Alaric scrubbed a hand down his face, his muscles bunching with the movement. “By the Goddess . . . is that even legal?”

I shrugged. “The classes start when we’re fifteen since that’s the earliest record of a heat cycle.”

“Did they . . .” Wynn trailed off, his eyes darkening.

“No,” I assured him. “The Council requires that every Omega stays intact for their future mates.”

The room was too hot, or maybe it was just me. I reached for something suitable to say, hoping to distract from whatever thoughts had their faces so drawn.

“So, what is there to do in the pack? I don’t know what I’ll be good at, but I’m happy to try things until we figure it out.”

Alaric picked up on my discomfort and immediately listed the various jobs available to pack members. Most of them were a mystery to me, and he smiled indulgently at my obvious confusion.

“What do you like to do?” he asked, his blue-green eyes sparkling with interest.

“I draw.” My voice softened. “Or I did when I could find the time.”

“That could be helpful with several positions. Alaric and I will take you around Hidden Creek tomorrow. That way, you can familiarize yourself with everyone and figure out what you’d like to try while we’re tending to duties,” Bishop said.

My eyes widened. They were serious about letting me walk around and be part of the pack.

I told you our mates were good males, silly girl, my wolf huffed.

“You’re free here, Isolde,” Wynn said. “And you’re safe. We want you to be happy.”

“We do not expect anything from you, but we’d appreciate it if you gave us a chance to show you why the fates brought us together,” Bishop said, his voice cautious and filled with longing.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because we’re yours,” Alaric said. “Just as much as you’re ours.”

The bond thrummed, and I felt them coaxing down my walls, wanting me to see the truth in their words.

Unable to resist, I let them in.

Chapter 12

Bishop

The steady rumble of my chest brought me a peace I hadn’t anticipated. Then again, I’d never expected to find a fated mate in my lifetime. Most didn’t. I was happy enough at the chance to have a chosen mate.

Alaric seemed to mirror my sentiments as he took every opportunity to hold, touch, and caress Isolde. She enjoyed the affection, leaning into him whenever he offered it. My instincts flared to life at the prospect of her finding happiness with us.

Though I was content, Isolde’s words from dinner still haunted me. I felt the moment she shut the door on her emotions, keeping us out of her memories.

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