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“Get good answers.” My sister takes a slice for the road, then Mom drags me into the micro-kitchen.

She folds her arms over her cardigan. “Talk.”

“Didn’t Bish explain?” I run my fingers through my hair.

How do I tell her what’s up without mentioning the guys are planning to kidnap an omega?

She’ll murder me, and I didn’t even agree to this bullshit plan.

“Don’t stall.”

I wince. “Triad power struggle. Just need you to be safe for a few days.”

“But you won’t be safe?”

“No. I’ll be safe too. Promise. Everything will blow over soon.”

While they pack, I scarf smegma slices. Even though the girls bustle around the tiny-ass house, my ears are already starting to echo with silence.

Everything would be fine if I could hug my beta.

But Solly is gone.

Soon, Mom and Dany will be gone.

And fuck.

I don’t care if you’re alpha, omega, triad, or cartel.

If you’re not my family and you’re not my pack, then leave me the fuck alone.

I don’t give a liquid shit if Serafina Redfang is having a rough life.

My caring card ran out of space when I was fourteen, and I’m fresh out of fucks to give for anyone new.

All I care about is protecting my own.

To set my intention, I sneak into the bathroom and jerk my frustrations into a washcloth.

Fast. Dry. Angry.

I cum so hard I bellow in wingdings:

????? ????? ???????? ????????

(Forget you, elevator omega!)

This load belongs to Solomon.

I spend the night staring at my phone, waiting for an update and sleeplessly researching how to craft a parachute from sheets if I have to emergency-bail the penthouse.

When the sun rises through spotless, floor-to-ceiling windows with zillion-dollar views, I have to face the womp womp music that says I’m getting screwed.

I’m a good actress.

But good enough to fool Nikolaj Redfang longer than it takes to microwave a hot dog?

Not betting my life.

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