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You never did anything wrong.

I crack, pulling the blanket over my face so they don’t see my eyes turning glassy with the tears I can barely choke back.

“Let us take responsibility for your safety,” Atlas says softly. “You can stay with us as long as you want, or until you awaken and find your real pack.”

My face twists.

My real pack.

Shit.

One whiff of my perfume is all it’ll take to break our truce. Who cares about a scent match when Orion’s already bitten, already theirs? They’ll have to send me packing, send me far, far away from their real omega, who won’t give a shit that I saved him when my scent hits his mates like cocaine.

Maybe I can’t have them as mine, but if I can stay with them, it’ll be enough.

As long as I don’t awaken.

I can never, ever let them know if I awaken.

***

Twenty-Five

LILAH

By the time the doctors say I’m healed enough to go, it’s just me, Orion, and Hunter at the clinic.

They leave the suite while I change into the new clothes that someone bought me. There’s a pair of perfectly fitted jeans and a big, baggy, orgasmically comfortable Wyvern House hoodie that’s drenched in Atlas.

I bury my nose in the fabric. His scent is leather but not leather, something warmer and more lickable, like sex on the comfiest, coziest cloud. I want to rub myself down with him so that everyone knows exactly who I belong to.

That’s when I catch a hint of something else.

Caramel.

Burnt sugar and vanilla.

Like crème brûlée, freshly torched, with a scoop of ice cream melting on the side.

My scent.

My pheromones.

My perfume.

I think I’m going to throw up.

I strip off, dive into the shower, turn the water to scalding. Then I scrub myself red with de-scenting body wash, thankful as fuck that Wyvern Clinic is so bougie.

I scrub and scrub and scrub.

The water soaks my arm bandage and I’m pretty sure the nurses are going to ream me because it stings and it’ll probably get infected.

Bring on the sepsis.

Blood rot would hide my perfume.

When I’m clean enough to ace a sniff test, I towel off and grab the de-scenting lotion. I need more. Hair products. Pads. I need to cover every base.

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