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“What do you want?”
He eyes me up and down and I instantly regret the question, my fingers brushing my knife.
If he says sex, I’ll castrate him.
“Put in a good word for me with the pack.”
My nose wrinkles. “They won’t believe me.”
There’s no way I could straight-faced walk up to Orion and be all Craig’s a nice guy. You should give him a chance.
Barf.
Not happening.
“Then pull away. Stop sucking up to the alphas and mooning over Orion.”
“Fine. But I want this plan locked down. You figure out how to get me past the house’s security and to a secure location. Then I’ll disappear.”
“It’ll take me a few days to set up.” Craig scratches his chin. “In the meantime, if I see you hanging all over them—”
“I won’t.” No matter how much my brain tries to convince me it’s okay to press close and give them the teeniest tiniest sniffs. Distance is what I need.
“If I hear you talking shit about me—”
“I won’t,” I insist, even though promising Craig anything makes me hate myself.
“See that you don’t.”
I want to punch him in the face, maybe stab him just a little as he walks away like a conquering hero.
I retreat to my nest, grab every blanket, and wrap myself in a burrito cocoon.
There are a thousand things I need to do to escape, and I’ve already thought through them all. Find a vehicle or buy tickets under my alias. Rent a short-term apartment where I can ride out my now-inevitable heat.
My traitorous inner omega is all toxic whispers.
You can just stay here.
If I tell the pack, if they accept me…
But they won’t.
I know they won’t.
The second Orion smells my perfume, he’ll trade his smiles for snarls, and I’ll lose the sweet, fun guy I’m starting to love spending time with. I’ll lose Atlas’s trust as soon as he realizes I’ve been lying.
Hunter won’t speak up, Finn will forget me like an old stunt, and Jett will say he always knew I was trash.
I have to go.
I have to give them up.
Just the way I have to bury my last dream of ever finding love.
I fall asleep crying tears I’ll never admit to, and wake up crusty-eyed, near-suffocating and weighed down with blankets at the sound of knuckles rapping at my nest.
“Lilah?” Hunter’s muffled voice echoes. “Did you have dinner?”
