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“I’m not going back to the manor.”
The guys trade weird looks.
“About that.” Hunter scratches the shaved back of his head. “We sold the manor. In like two hours, by the way. Real estate is fucking crazy. Got twice what the dads originally paid for the place.”
“Sold? But that’s your home.” I was ready to die on this hill.
Turns out, the Wyverns already bulldozed it.
Orion grumbles against my back. “That was never our home. The pack started falling apart the second we moved in.”
“After what happened…” Atlas’s deep voice softens. “All we had were bad memories. We want a fresh start.”
“And we needed cash,” Finn adds. “Stars are expensive.”
“That’s where you got the check?” Doubting Finn on principle, I glance to Hunter to confirm.
He nods.
Something swoops in my belly.
I’m grateful because I have a binder full of offers that never would’ve come without their help.
Then again, it’s messed up that my future was going to come down to that.
I frown. “If you sold the mansion, then where’ve you been living?”
“We have a condo on the Wyvern compound,” Orion chews his plush lip. “But we can’t bring Lilah there. It’s…”
“A pit?” I lift my brows. The manor was so squidgy, I shudder to imagine how bachelor chic their condo would be. Probably carpeted in chip bags and crushed cans.
“Not the condo.” Hunter breaks eye contact. “I may have already reserved you a unit in the family complex.”
Wow. That doesn’t sound like a setup.
My shoulders start to rise, but Orion gives them a calming rub. “Mated agents live there with their families. Omegas, too. It’s mostly underground, so security’s rock solid.”
Underground sounds good in theory, but I glance from alpha to alpha. “No one will try to lock me in when my heat hits?”
They rush to make sounds of denial.
Jett’s farthest away, an ice block sentinel guarding the door, but I hear his hissed whisper like his lips are at my ear. “Never.”
Hunter’s voice rises over their sounds. “We want you to do whatever you want to do. Hell, invite Juan Pablo.”
“All we care about is keeping you safe.” Atlas flanks Jett like there’s a sniper waiting to ambush—and given how things are going, he’s not wrong to be ready. “If there were anywhere more secure than the compound, that’s where we’d take you.”
“I want to help tracking Dominik.” I was trying to play ostrich, focusing on my heat problem and hoping he’d fade away, but that snaky motherfucker made this a you-or-me situation.
And he’s the one going down.
“Anything you want,” Hunter quickly agrees.
Finally.
This is how it should’ve been since the beginning.
Once the decision is made, everything moves fast. After a few more tests, I’m discharged and the guys escort me to the police station.
