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That knot in my chest unfurls further. I tip my chin and press a soft kiss to his lips. His palm slides down the back of my head, supporting the weight of my skull as he deepens it. Not enough to leave me a panting, sweaty mess, but a warmth spreads through my veins.
He pulls back and presses a kiss to my forehead before urging my head back onto his shoulder. “What else did he say to you, Vee?”
I curl my fingers into his shirt, using him as my anchor again. “It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have slapped him.”
“Angel.”
Sighing, I press my forehead into the strong column of his neck. “He said I was a gold digging whore. No better than my grandmother and my mother would be ashamed of me.”
A low growl rumbles from Asher’s chest, but he stifles it almost immediately. “Your mother would be so fucking proud of you, Vee. You’re a fighter, a survivor. Of course, your mother would be proud of you.”
I’m opening my mouth to… I don’t know, maybe refute that? When all the doors open and we’re joined by the rest of our pack. Topher climbs into the driver’s seat and Davis into the passenger seat next to him, but he immediately twists to look at me. “Are you okay, beautiful?”
I cuddle into Asher, the alpharamones in the air making me feel unsettled. All of them are angry. Furious. On my behalf. “I’m sorry,” I say, trying to make it better. “I shouldn’t have slapped him. He’s your dad and I should have treated him with more respect than that.”
Davis’s brows lower while Jackson growls from the seat behind us. “Fuck that. He got off fucking easy.”
“Did he tell you what he said to our omega?” Asher asks, as Topher starts the car.
Ford snorts. “Just some bullshit about looking out for our best interest.” He reaches over the seat and hooks his hands under my armpits, pulling me off Asher’s lap and into the back with him and Jackson. They nestle me between them, hot, hard bodies pressing into me as their purrs fill the car and the scent of maple bacon and creamy Irish coffee soothes me.
Asher twists to meet my gaze. “He asked her for the names of the alphas that have helped her through her heats.” I drop my eyes, focusing on my fingers twisted together on my lap. “Vee thinks he was going to verify that she’s had heats. That she is an omega.”
“What the fuck?” Davis growls from the front seat while Ford drapes his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his chest.
“What did you tell him?” Jackson asks, and I lift my glare to him.
“You fucking idiot,” Topher mutters, turning out of the drive and heading toward their pack house. “Are you looking to get smacked, too?”
“I told him the truth,” I say, holding his gaze. “There are no names to give him.”
Jackson’s eyebrows arch, and Davis nods in the front seat. “Of course there aren’t. RMD wouldn’t let you bring in another alpha, even for your heat.”
Ford swears, cuddling me closer, while Jackson gives me a look of horror. “You’ve been alone for every heat?”
There’s an expectant air as I glance around the car and see all of them watching me with similar expressions. “I-I- Yes. I tried in my first heat. Bethany took me to an omega easing clinic. I had alphas all picked out, but I couldn’t stomach them touching me. Threw up when one of them went in for a kiss. All over him.”
I wrinkle my nose, while Asher mutters, “good. Asshole deserved it.”
I giggle. “He really didn’t. Poor guy. It’s how they figured out I have Rejected Mate Disorder. I physically could not have them near me, even in the middle of a heat.”
Ford nips my neck, and I melt against him. “So you’ve been alone for every heat?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Jackson blows out a breath, picking up my hand and fiddling with my fingers. “I don’t know if I’m relieved that no one could touch you or upset that you’ve had to suffer so much, baby girl.”
“Wait.” Davis straightens in the front seat, blue eyes burning into mine. “Wait. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit… You’re a virgin.” It’s half accusatory and half excited. The car jerks as Topher whips around to stare at me.
“Eyes on the fucking road!” Jackson barks and a half second later Topher’s back to staring straight ahead, knuckles white where he grips the steering wheel.
My face flames and I’m looking at my fingers again, only now they’re in Jackson’s big hand and he’s squeezing them, not enough to hurt, but enough that I know he’s distracted.
“Vee?” Asher prompts gently. “Is that true?”
I scowl. “What part of Rejected Mate Disorder is hard for you to understand? It’s hard to fuck someone when you feel like you’re going to vomit or pass out. You assholes weren’t around to divest me of it. So yes, of course, I’m a fucking virgin in the most basic sense of the word. But I certainly don’t have my hyman anymore. That shit was taken care of with my first dildo.” I never would have survived eleven heats alone without a wide selection of giant alpha dildos with knots and all.
“Oh, baby girl,” Jacks growls, leaning closer to me, his big hand dropping mine to cup my cheek instead. “We are going to make your first time so fucking good.”
