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No wonder I fucked it all up.
Hammering, hammering, hammering.
No compassion, just blind, single-minded dominance.
Scorpio draws himself up. “If you test me—”
“I resign.” The words taste like ash but they’re right.
His tone is deadly flat, his dominance pressing. “You’d leave Hunter to run your pack? Your teams? Throw away your career?”
He’s handing me the strap, and this time I’m more than willing to give myself the beating. “Hunter’s the better leader.”
He shakes his head. “We wanted better for our sons. I wanted better for you. A better life.”
“Dad. I have two omegas. What could be better?”
He rocks like I announced I’m mating the goddamned scarecrow dummy. “I’m putting you on indefinite leave.”
“All I care about is OCC bodyguard duty.”
“Hope that boy’s worth it. You’ll lose everything.”
“They are everything.”
Scorpio climbs into his car and guns out of the parking lot. I stand, vibrating, processing what the fuck I just did.
Feels like I ripped a Band Aid that was connected to my spine.
But I have to walk away from Scorpio’s vision of the future and finally fucking start claiming mine.
I haul ass to the OCC and flash my new bodyguard badge at each well-manned gate. Hikaru must’ve put the fear of god in the board over Lilah’s abuse. Now the staff is mostly guys I recognize, contracted from Wyvern House.
Better, but the only people I trust with Lilah are my former-future pack brothers.
I jog to the bungalow.
Need to see her.
Feel so fucking unspooled, I wonder if this is what it’s like for Finn all the time.
No one answers my knock, and the lights are off.
The crème brûlée perfume that reminds me I still have a purpose soaks the porch. Her sweet, lickable scent is even stronger without the pack bond rooting me to the earth.
A rumble works my chest, pure instinct.
Need.
Orion’s cider-sweetness isn’t as thick—he’s nowhere near his heat—but it hits me just as hard.
Goddamn.
I need to talk to them.
Practice these communication skills Celeste has been telling me about.
My senses are so honed to Lilah’s scent, it only takes a few steps to pick up her trail. Or maybe it’s a new sixth sense. I follow the signal to the dance studios, tracking her through the lobby, down a long hall.
