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"Fuck! Maybe Thane should have let her cook," Leon says, and Raidon shoots a look at him.

"She wants to apologize."

"Yeah, but if she upsets Harlow, I won’t hold my tongue. I love Mom, but I love Harlow more," Leon warns him. Great, that's all we need: a ravenous hybrid, a hormonal pregnant Omega, a raging Thane, and in-laws.

Yep, this will be the dinner from hell.

Chapter One Hundred

~Harlow~

My stupid hormones are rampant. I know I am being over-sensitive and slightly irrational at Leon's rejection and how Raidon ripped me out of the shower when Leon growled at me. Yet my bond craves them, and none of them will touch me. It is driving me crazy, and I am sure it is driving Raidon, Rhen, and especially Leon crazy, considering I sleep in his room.

After getting dressed in cotton shorts and a tank top, I make my way back downstairs with a towel wrapped around my head. Whatever Thane is cooking smells delicious. I wander into the kitchen to find him frying ground beef and what smells like herbs. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"That was quick," Thane states, and I shrug, wandering off. "Harlow?"

I don't bother answering. Instead, I keep walking into the living room; I grab the remote and flick the TV on before settling into my spot on the couch while trying to ignore the urge to either cry or touch myself.

These stupid hormones have me all over the place. Shouldn't I be all glowy and lively? How come I get the short stick on pregnancy? Some part of me knows this because while I was away with Zara, my bond craved them. Now I’m finally back here, yet they still deny me. The irrational part of me thinks they are doing it to me because I look like a stretched-out beached whale, and they are repulsed by me.

I am ten minutes into a show when Thane calls out to me from the kitchen. At first, I ignore him, but when he sings out again, I roll my eyes. Shutting the TV off, I move to the edge of the couch and force myself up. Wandering into the kitchen, I find Thane placing dinner in the oven.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"I was going to ask you that," he says, setting the kitchen towel on the counter.

"Seriously, you made me come all the way in here for nothing?" I groan, about to turn away from him when his hands grab me, landing on my hips before sliding beneath the tank top I’m wearing. With just his touch, my bond reacts, having been deprived by all of them. A moan escapes my lips, much to my embarrassment. My eyes widen, and I go to jerk away from him when he starts to purr, the sound vibrating from his chest against my back.

"You can always ask, Harlow."

"Believe me, I have. They won't fucking touch me," I snap at him angrily.

"Because they’re scared of hurting you," he tells me before leaning down. His breath sweeps over my neck as he flicks my hair over one shoulder, his hand on my hip tugging me closer.

"I have no such qualms," he purrs, running his nose along the column of my neck. My eyes flutter shut, my hormones wreaking havoc as his arm wraps around me, his hand squeezing my breast while the other sneaks into my pants to cup my pussy. The pressure of his hand alone has me pushing back against him, wanting—no, needing—his touch when he snaps me out of my lust-filled craze.

"I will need you to ask, though, Low. I will not be blamed for any regret you might feel afterward," he tells me before his lips move to his mark on my neck. He kisses it and waits for me to speak while my face flames. A few hours ago, we were at each other's throats. And now, what am I supposed to do? Ask him for sex to put me out of my misery. Like I am asking him to service a damn car?

He purrs, the sound deep as his Calling washes over me, and I press back against him. I should be mad, I should want to kick his balls out through his ass for using it on me, but I find no bitter feelings about it.

"I still need your permission, love."

I nod my head, and he growls, nipping at my neck, making a breathy moan escape me.

"Words or I will stop."

"Yes, just don't stop." I swear if he stops, I will kick him in the balls for giving me—hmm, what is the female equivalent to blue balls? Blue flaps? Blue clit? That doesn't sound right. I shake the weird thought away as his fingers suddenly move, caressing against me, teasing and toying with me.

My hips move against his hand before his fingers slide into me. His fingers push in as deep as the angle will allow. He slides them out before sliding them back in and curling them. I lean against him, losing myself to the feel of his fingers, his chest vibrating against my back as he Calls to me.

"More," I breathe, hips rocking against his hand. My hand feebly grabs his wrist, needing more. The sensation has warmth pooling in my belly and my inner walls grip his fingers hard.

Thane growls, sliding his fingers from me, and the feral growl that leaves me has him dipping his head and nipping my neck and mark.

"Patience," he purrs. Gripping my hips and spinning me to face him, he backs me up against the counter, and I grip his arm in question.

He grabs my face and kisses me. I melt against his lips as his tongue invades my mouth, my hands releasing his arm, so I can brace them around his neck. Thane clears the counter with a swipe of his hand, not breaking the kiss and knocking everything into the sink before he grips my hips. He lifts me onto the counter. My heart races in my chest.