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The caveman body-swap is horrifying.

I don’t cook, but I want to order takeout from the best restaurant in the city, drag Serafina into my lap, and feed her bites of filet and foie until she tells me what the fuck I need to fix to convince her I’m the one.

My lizard brain sincerely believes that fine dining and hand-feeding are the magic recipe for thawing our omega’s heart.

That level of delusion is exactly why we’re fucked. “She has too much power.”

“But she said she knows we’re mates? Or implied it, at least.” Reese rubs his chest, massaging the same spot where our princess’s stiletto heel corks my aorta. He lifts a bandaged hand. “It must be real. She took care of me. Felt so fucking—”

“Something isn’t right.” I cut him off. Let’s not hear how the princess reached out to someone else. Not even Reese, who I’d lend my last bottle of hand-san. “She’s not right.”

“Don’t,” Jin snarls. He thinks I’m talking shit about his girl.

It’s not that.

She’s perfect.

Longest fucking legs. Sin-soft lips, and she knows how to handle a gun.

Exactly the kind of girl Senior would’ve wanted me to mate.

Pedigreed, poised, and dark money rich.

Unfortunately, I continue to be a true-blooded Barrington, because even with the caveman need to breed, I still noticed the tailoring on her gown. “Her sleeves were too short.”

So was her hem.

Bodice too tight.

Yeah, her whole fucking sale was rushed after Jericho kissed a phone pole hard enough to dial Kazakhstan, but I have credit card debt out the ass and three seamstresses on call.

You’re telling me a billionaire couldn’t schedule a fitting before his only daughter’s backroom auction?

“What’s that mean for shmucks without a summer home?” Reese asks.

Jin stops chopping.

I don’t stop washing, scrubbing between my fingers and around my thumbs. “I don’t know yet.”

No matter how I clean, the sickening feeling won’t go away.

Serafina makes me feel like I’m staring in the mirror.

Look. I’m GQ, okay?

Brands, hair products, styling on point; has to be, or I can’t breathe.

Our girl is twice as pretty, and I think she’s just as fake.

Lying doesn’t bother me. I knew how to grift before I could stack blocks.

The distance is what fucks with my head.

An omega who’ll barely speak to her scent-matched alphas. Almost jumped out of her skin from a hug.

That’s not normal.

Her face when Jin held her.

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