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“Fine now.” She curls in her toes. So cute.
“I’ll bring you some dinner.” I head upstairs, workout forgotten, frustration re-purposed.
“You don’t have to—”
“But I’m going to.”
She laughs softly. But when I turn, she’s darting into the nest, hiding in the darkness. Maybe I imagined the sound.
No one bothered to put away the leftover Chinese, so I make her a plate of beef, broccoli, and rice, and nuke the shit out of it. Juggling a soda, a few bottles of water, and a fortune cookie, I head back to her.
“Lilah?”
She peeks out of the nest, all big eyes and puffy, tangled hair.
So. Fucking. Cute.
And shit.
I can’t start thinking of her like this. It’s a slippery slope that goes from feeding to fucking, and then I’ll be following the girl like a puppy dog, begging her to take my mating bite.
Orion already wears my mark.
You can have more than one, my lizard brain chips in. I damn near snort. A pack with two omegas?
Like we need another target on our asses.
Another soulmate to protect.
It’s hard enough keeping Orion safe, and he’s spent more than a decade training as a Wyvern House agent. Guns. Combat. Tech. Kid can defuse a bomb in ten seconds, smelling like applesauce and sin.
Not for the first time, probably not for the hundredth time in so few hours, I wonder what Lilah will smell like when she perfumes. She will, no matter what she thinks, no matter what games she’s playing to slow her hormones.
Peaches? Maybe cake batter.
Whatever it is, you know she’ll taste sweet.
“Dinner.” I set down the food like we haven’t just been staring at each other this whole time.
“Thank you.” Instead of sitting at the two-seater table, Lilah snatches the plate like a mouse stealing the last crumb of cheese and scurries back to her nest.
I don’t think she’s afraid of me, specifically
I think Lilah Darling is afraid of everyone.
“See you at seven.” She disappears into the dark nest, pushing the heavy door shut behind her.
“Good night,” I say too late, left staring at the door.
If Orion did the same, I’d pound that shit down until he let me in. That hasn’t changed. Back in the day, even before he awakened and perfumed, the guys and I always felt protective of him.
It only clicked years later.
Why the four of us—raised together from birth and tighter than brothers—were so quick to bring new blood into our fold.
I think we always knew what Orion was. I watched out for him, whether guys at the academy tried to start shit, jealous at his position in our pack, or Atlas shot him with another casually heart-crushing barb.
I gave Orion my cheese sticks at lunch. I reminded him to pack an umbrella when the weather said rain.
