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“I don’t give a shit about Tony and what we promised. She’s ours. I’m done pretending that day didn’t happen. I’m done being miserable and acting like we’re okay. We’re going to tell her everything.”
Chapter Twelve
WILLOW
“Hey, babe,” Aubrey greets me as I step out of my culinary class.
I smile, my belly fluttering at the sight of her. The more time I spend with Aubrey and her pack, the less I can maintain my original plan. Using them as a temporary pack for my heat and having a carefree fun time gets chipped away a little more each day.
Falling for them was never the plan, but it’s nearly impossible not to. When I’m not with them, they’re all I can think about, and when I am, I’ve never felt so happy.
Like right now. Aubrey leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, and I have to hold myself back from launching myself at her to kiss her stupid.
“Hey.” I bite my lower lip. “What are you doing here?”
“Didn’t need to use my free class to study today, so I thought I’d come to see if you wanted to hang out since you’ve got an early day today.”
“Okay,” I agree, giddy excitement filling me. “What do you want to do?”
“First, we’re going to feed you because I know you didn’t eat much at lunch, then I was thinking we could go back to our place. The guys are working late tonight, but I was thinking we could–” She steps forward, pressing close to me. “Make some SensualMe content. Don’t think I haven’t seen how many followers you got from that hot-as-sin performance last night.”
My body flushes as slick soaks my panties. I whimper, leaning into her. “Yes, please.” My voice is nothing more than a needy rasp.
She grins, wrapping an arm around my waist as the other one lifts to my head. “You're so fucking sexy,” she murmurs before crashing her lips to mine.
I kiss her like I’m starving. My tongue runs along her lips, demanding to be let in. She opens, kissing me back with just as much passion.
I’m seconds away from grinding against the knee she shoves between my legs when a throat clears. “I hate to be that person, but must I remind you of the rules?” Beth interrupts.
Aubrey growls, ripping her lips away from mine. I pout at the loss. “Oh, Brittany, you're here. Goodie.”
A small smile tugs at Beth’s lips. No matter how many times Aubrey uses the wrong name, she doesn’t take offense.
“Hi, Aubrey.” She chuckles. “I don’t mean to get in the way, but we have to think about Willow. I’m a beta, but even I can smell how you're making her feel. Let’s not make the alphas go into a rut.”
“Fine,” Aubrey huffs. “You're right.” She turns to me. “Food, and then we pick up where we left off. How about that?” Biting my lip, I grin, nodding my head. Aubrey turns back to Beth. “I’m guessing you're coming along with us?”
Beth nods. “Until you get to your place. It’s my job.”
“Alright, Beth, let's go.” Aubrey hooks her arm through mine. As we walk toward the exit, I look over at Beth, and we share a secret smile. Aubrey called her by her name. It’s a small win, right?
Beth drives us to a little café downtown and stands near the door while Aubrey orders me something to eat.
I love the attention she gives me. That she, Ledger, and Nash give me. I do. I can’t help it. There’s something about the way they look at me and take care of me that settles the omega in me.
We find a booth, and Aubrey sets a fruit salad and fries in front of me.
“What is this?” I giggle.
“Fruit because the guys would have my ass, and not in a fun way–” She wiggles her eyebrows. “If I only fed you junk. And the fries because, well, fries are amazing, and I’m not a monster.” She winks.
“Thank you,” I laugh.
We talk about school for a bit, and I’ve made it about halfway through my food when my phone rings. Grabbing it out of my pocket, I frown when I see my dad’s name. He’s been calling me nonstop, leaving voicemails, and texting me. He wants to know what I’m doing at all times, and I hate it.
It’s gotten to the point where I want to block his number, but then I feel like a horrible daughter. Despite his love, he smothered me. I won't allow anyone to confine me again after tasting freedom.
I send it to voicemail and put my phone down. “Sorry about that. It’s my dad again.”
