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She’s already out of the house, sprinting barefoot. A growl rises at the back of my throat.
It’s cold at night, and our property’s as secure as I can make it, but we have too many enemies. Even a stray hunter wandering the edge of our property could mistake her fleet footsteps and rich brown hair for the flight of a fawn through the underbrush.
Lilah strips off her shirt and dives into the lake.
She doesn’t resurface.
I know exactly how long she can hold her breath. Three minutes is nothing. But I count the seconds, my blood pressure rising, every fiber focused on the screen until her head finally, finally pops above the water.
Lilah starts to swim.
I wish she’d cross the lake and never come back.
I can’t have her here, stirring shit, disturbing the carefully balanced status quo. Smiling and cozying up to Orion, making our pack house feel like a home.
Because what happens when she leaves?
She will leave.
I don’t for a second believe she’ll stay.
Why would she want to? With each of us more fucked up than the next.
And I’m the worst of all.
I want to scream into the night.
I want to hit the gym and punch the bag until it breaks, but then Hunter and Finn will want to talk.
I don’t want to speak.
I want to remember what it feels like to be powerful. To have the control that Lilah steals from me with every glance and breath.
I send the text, grab my keys, and head out in my Porsche, taking the country turns so wildly that Finn would be proud.
I blast the same rock song I’ve been listening to on repeat for more than a decade.
Engine screeching, I roar up to a shoddy pack bar where the sign says Diamonds, but the street says crime report.
I’m barely parked when the female figure flies out the side, wrenching open the door and throwing herself inside the car, already ducking down, half submissive, half terrified.
Her omega scent is a rotten, sickly sweet mocha. Coffee and skunk.
“Renee.”
“Al-Alpha.” She trembles, perching on the seat like a bird ready to take flight. “We can’t be seen here.”
I slam into reverse, shoving her against her seat and enjoying the way she bites back her yelp. I take us down the street to the dodgy parking lot of a 24-hour grocery store where working girls line up for customers. Seeing Renee in my ride, none of them pounce.
She fidgets, toying with her too-short hem. “You should’ve called. It’s too big a risk coming in person.”
Some days, I’d rather die than see her face.
Others, I crave her fear. I need to know she knows how easily I can ruin her.
Ruin her the way she ruined me.
“What have you found?” I pin her under my dominance, holding her captive in my gaze.
