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“Yeah, well. The Bankers were more than happy to ‘try me out,’ but in the end they went with what’s-her-name,” she gestures at the ambitious, hawk-like woman’s portrait on the chalkboard. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not really fine, though, is it?” Beatrice says. “Look at what happened to Barbara. Those fuckers were all about playing around with her in the hot tub but then they black-rosed her at the next ceremony? Pretty shitty behavior, if you ask me. It’s not like we signed up for all this.”
“We did and we didn’t,” Randy says. “We wanted that money, all of us.”
“But does that mean they can do whatever they want to us?” Beatrice asks. “Because I think the answer is no. And maybe it’s time we took a stand.”
“This cryptic shit again! Whatever you’re planning, I want no part of it,” Lilah says, throwing up her hands. “Your schemes are always a complete disaster.”
“My schemes are fuckingart,” Beatrice says, pointing a finger at Lilah.
“All I know is that I’m gonna go red tonight,” Lilah says, fluffing her hair.
Beatrice opens her mouth, most likely to start arguing with her again, but before she can say anything, a production assistant comes through the dorm door. “It’s time,” she announced, beckoning us toward the stairs.
“Good luck,” Lilah says to me as I pass her.
“Same to you,” I say with a smile. “You really are brave, you know.”
Lilah gives me a dazzling grin before turning away and heading for the stairs. I’m right behind her, getting ready for my entrance, when an arm reaches out of a random doorway and grabs hold of me, yanking me inside.
I gasp as the door slams shut behind me, closing me in a dark room. I blink up at the tall, hulking figure blocking the light from the window. And then his scent rolls over me: leather and male, so much like home that my heart aches.
“Jesus, Reese, you scared the shit out of me,” I say, leaning back against the door.
“Sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can see that his clothes are rumpled, and he looks haggard and worn, as if he’s been up all night.
“Are you ok?” I ask, reaching out to touch his chest. “Did something happen?”
“Yes, Haven, something happened.” He puts his hand over mine, looking down at it. “I made a huge mistake. I want you to be mine.”
Chapter Thirty
~Reese~
Fuck, her dress is making everything harder. She looks so gorgeous, the sweetheart neckline putting those fucking tits on display for me. Her scent is radiating off of her, calling to me like a siren on the damned ocean. My mouth is watering, begging for me to pull that dress down and take one of those nipples between my lips. I could make her groan, make her sing my name.
Make her forget all the ways I’ve fucked this up.
But when I look into her eyes, I realize that there’s nothing I can do that will make up for what I’ve done.
“Reese,” she breathes, shaking her head. “Everything you’ve said, everything you’ve done — you’re seriously telling me that you’ve just changed your mind?”
“It’s not that I changed my mind. It’s that I realized that my instincts were right all along. I was resisting this; trying to keep you away because I thought there was someone better out there for you. But I wasn’t thinking about what I can give you that no one else can.”
“And what’s that?” Haven asks, crossing her arms over her chest. It pushes her breasts out, and I swallow hard as her scent perfumes. She’s got to be almost on top of her heat now, and her pheromones are pushing me to the brink of a rut, just being this close to her.
“Haven, did you know that Pack Six… they’ve all been to prison?”
She raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t, but it doesn’t surprise me. There’s a reason the omegas call them Rough Trade. Though Randy implied that there was also something about how they like to be rough during sex…” she trails off, as if considering it, and my possessive instincts roar to life.
“You’re never going to find out,” I growl, pressing her back against the door.
Her breath catches as I lower my head to her neck, nuzzling her, scenting her. “Gonna make you mine,” I growl. “You and Arlo both. We belong together, Haven. The three of us. We’re a pack.”
She stiffens suddenly, pushing me away. I back off, and my heart sinks as I see the crease in her brow, the tears in her eyes.
“How can I trust this?” she asks, waving a hand at the space between us. “How can you think that I’ll just let you waltz back in here and take me and Arlo? You said you didn’t deserve us. Yesterday I didn’t believe you. Today? I kind of do.”
