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“Show Orion,” she coddles him, leaning back in her chair so Finn has to include me in his love story to balisong blades.
She keeps checking in with me, pulling away from the touches Finn doesn’t realize he’s giving. A tap against her knee, brushing her long hair back when it falls over her shoulder.
Like he can’t help himself, his eyes glowing this living, breathing green instead of the soulless black of his killing mood.
“For you, Omega.” A waiter sets a plate of bacon-wrapped shrimp in front of Lilah, and tension coils the back of my neck like a crazed spring already half snapped.
Even the waitstaff recognizes the pack’s real omega.
Lilah pushes the plate to me. “You have it. I hate shrimp.”
Just like that, I relax.
This woman could steal everything I have, everything I am, and she either doesn’t realize or doesn’t want it.
I can’t even hate her.
I hate how beautiful she is, how even before she put on the makeup that highlights her huge, soulful eyes, every one of my alphas was staring at her like a starving wolf.
I hate how Atlas’s attention slips to her. How Finn watches her with the dreamy happiness I’ve only seen him give his bikes. How Hunter can’t stop taking care of her, and how Jett’s determination not to look proves that he’s already lost.
She’s captured us all in her magic.
That’s why I notice she’s only picking at her dinner, giving the entrée a token nibble.
“Eat more.” I drop my roll onto her plate.
Lilah’s eyes widen like I just gifted her a diamond.
Never to be one-upped, Finn adds his bread to the pile. “You need energy for dancing.”
“I’m not dancing with other alphas.”
Satisfaction sends me humming when she chooses my roll first, slathering it with a thick coat of butter.
“Like we’re loaning you out to those fuckers. You’re ours.” Finn says it like she already wears his bite and he’s facing down a pack of alphas come to drag her away.
Like he’ll kill for her.
Like he’ll die for her.
I brace myself for a wave of crazy omega rage, but it never comes.
“I’m already on loan,” Lilah says, nibbling around my roll.
“Rent to own.” Finn nods.
She scowls at him, and I feel my lips quirking.
Atlas finally reappears with Jett, drawing my attention back to my other side. Sometimes Atlas gives me nothing, other times I can read his face like our twenty-year history is a map of his moods. With a subtle chin jerk toward Lilah, he asks without asking.
Are you okay?
“It’s all good.” Even if I wish he would ask.
Atlas dips his head, nostrils flaring as he breathes in my scent. I let myself drink him in, all comforting leather and dizzying musk.
“Dance with me?” His voice drops to a low rumble that clenches my balls.
