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What I’ve craved for so long, my body sore in the best kind of way. Like they fucked me good for days.

I should be in heaven.

So why the fuck is my heart pounding so fast?

Why’s this sick sensation roiling in my gut?

Something’s wrong.

I kick out from the tangle of elbows and bare asses.

“Sleep,” Atlas grumble-growls in that deep, ear-hugging voice that makes me want to flip over and present my aching ass to him one last time for shits and gigs.

But I’m tapped.

All sexed out.

Atlas kicks up a soft purr, pulling me against his chest. I want to sink into that sound forever, but the second I start to drift, I realize what’s missing.

“Where’s Lilah?” I shove Atlas’s chest.

“Hmm?” he asks sleepily.

“Where’s Lilah,” I repeat, more and more alarmed.

The guys stir.

“Mmmf,” Finn mutters, face-down in a pillow.

“Where is she? She was hurt when Craig—”

“Whoa.” Hunter clasps my shoulder, rubbing his forehead. “I think we saw her. Did we see her?”

The memory flashes like the comet that killed the dinosaurs.

Just a millisecond, where Lilah peeks into the nest and I reach for her, inviting her to join because she’s my mate and she should be here for my heat.

Shit, for her heat.

She’s our mate.

Do they not know?

“She came to the door,” Jett says flatly.

“Then why isn’t she here?” My voice rises. “Didn’t you smell her?”

“Smelled you. So fuckable,” Finn mutters into his pillow.

My heartbeat roars in my throat.

Atlas rubs his forehead. “Shit. I have to apologize. The rut… I bit her head off.”

“We all owe her a huge-ass apology. Did anyone even check on her?” Hunter frowns.

She’s been alone? This whole time?

“Tell me. The exact words you told her.” I yank Hunter’s arm. He can clearly read my panic, the tremble in my fingers.

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