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She runs to the basement, then outside, escaping through the gardens. Frowning, I switch to the live cam feeds until I find her again. Jett must’ve programed the drones to follow any motion outside because one’s already locked on to her, following her sprint toward the lake.
When Lilah reaches the shore, she strips down and dives into the frigid water. She acts like she’s training for the Olympics.
With her out of the house and totally off the property, the worst of my territorial insanity fades. I can breathe without inhaling angry sparks and finally see reality instead of crazed omega bullshit.
Lilah swims like sharks are chasing. Alone in the water, she looks even tinier. Vulnerable.
She’s not acting like an omega who wants to steal my pack. She acts like she doesn’t want to be here.
I feel like an ass for yelling at her, letting my instincts ride me. I want to apologize. Maybe even come to a truce. Have a real conversation where I warn her away without ripping off her face.
Before I can second-guess, I’m already walking to the lake.
The lake’s far enough away that it’s off our property, but when I reach the shore, Lilah’s still grinding laps. I pull up a log next to her pile of clothes, sniffing for pheromones.
There’s no scent.
She doesn’t notice me, swimming, swimming, swimming until I start to get tired. When she finally crawls out of the water, I realize how deeply I’ve miscalculated.
Water soaks her white bra and cotton panties, revealing the blush pink skin underneath. My heart stutters. She’s delicate and vulnerable. Alpha candy.
Everything I’ll never be.
She’s an enemy. An omega.
All the reasons I shouldn’t react to her.
My dick doesn’t get that memo.
I’m rock fucking hard like one of my alphas has me splayed out, pinned on a knot so big I can feel it in my lungs.
She’s female for shit’s sake.
I fell for Atlas long before I thought about being attracted to women, but one flash of her pouty plump lips, hard nipples, and tight wet body, and holy fucking fuck do I want to do some exploring.
Lilah’s nostrils flare, catching my raging perfume. Her grey eyes widen like a mouse who just noticed the raptor circling. She ducks, half covering herself, half submitting.
Still an asshole, I remind myself.
“Here.” I whip off my hoodie and toss it to her.
She catches it awkwardly, holding it away from her body like a dirty diaper. Her nose wrinkles. “I can’t.”
“You’re shivering,” I insist. “And I want to talk. It’ll be easier if you’re carrying my scent.” Total bullshit—I shouldn’t want anyone wearing my scent but my mates—but I’m curious what I smell like spread all over Lilah Darling’s skin.
With a strained expression, she pulls the hoodie over her head, breathing high and shallow. I’m not quite close enough to see, but I swear her pupils dilate.
I stare, trying to understand this strange girl.
Trying to understand my reaction to her.
Mostly trying to understand why the fuck an enemy omega looks so unholy good draped in my shirt.
“If you don’t want me to swim…” She shifts from foot to foot.
“You can swim.” I scrub a hand through my hair, frustrated at myself for so many reasons. “I want to apologize for earlier. I can’t think when you’re in the house.”
She lets out a huff. “I get it. I’m surprised you haven’t stabbed me.”
