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Chapter1
Moving Day
Jonah picksup the last box in my former bedroom, his biceps stretching the fabric of his short-sleeved plaid button up.
Fuck, he’s sexy.
How did I get so lucky?
It only took a month, but I’ve finally packed everything.
Well, most everything.
“I still can’t believe Rafe ruined the surprise.” Jonah shakes his head as he props the box up on one shoulder and grins at me.
His shirt sleeves strain against the bulging muscle, and I send up a silent prayer that he might just bust out of the shirt altogether.
Damn, when did I become such a perv?
“Whatever, Akokli. You were going to tell her the morning we left for Laurel Cove if I hadn’t interrupted, so I don’t want to hear it.” Rafe stands in the doorway, taking up the whole thing.
My tongue darts out from between my lips, wetting them at the mere sight of my alpha wearing thefuckout of a simple white T-shirt and jeans.
Rafe notices, and his eyes linger on my mouth.
I take my time roving over his form, enormous shoulders and arms, narrow waist, commanding presence—the perfect alpha. My gaze travels back up to Rafe’s face where he’s got a crooked smile and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for me.
You like what you see, little omega?
A shiver runs through me at the sound of his voice in my head.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and break eye contact, casting my gaze downward.Sorry. I didn’t mean to gawk at you.
Rafe steps closer, hooking a finger under my jaw and lifting my chin until my gaze locks on his. “Never apologize for looking at me with hunger in your wolfish eyes, Omega.”
A breath shudders out of me as he pours the smallest bit of dominance into his command.
I nod and ignore the heat pooling between my thighs.
Next to Drago, it’s hard to remember how big and powerful Rafe actually is.
But with Drago splitting time between the mountain and the Kootenay range—which I don’t really like, but as champion, it’s sort of his duty to stay there—I’m now fully reminded of just how much of a perfect Alpha Rafe truly is.
And I know all about duty.
But it reminds me that, as much as I’ve made my own hodgepodge pack of men, Jonah is technically AWOL from his.
That can’t go on forever, and I don’t have a solution.
Yet.
Jonah puts on a pretend pout as he continues balancing the box on his shoulder. “Are you two having secret conversations in your heads again? When do I get to be part of the cool kids’ crowd?”
That gets a chuckle out of me. “Jonah, you’re a sigma. Youarethe cool kid crowd.”
He winks at me and does a cheesy brushing-off-his-shoulders move. “Oh, that’s right.”
It earns him another laugh.
