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Hikaru stares down his nose like an emperor passing a divine proclamation. “Lilah Darling is your pack’s fated mate.”
Mic drop.
It’s not true.
It can’t be.
“No,” I answer in a rush of breath. I take a second to calm myself, responding from my place as pack leader instead of raw instinct. “Based on her behavior? I doubt that’s the truth.”
There’s no way in hell an omega could hold herself back if she scented her fated mates. Especially from me.
The pull to bond the pack leader is too strong.
Lilah barely looks at me. She flinches from my touch. Avoids me just the way she should because I already have an omega.
Case closed.
“Wait and see,” my father says smugly.
“And treat her fucking right,” Kieran growls. “She’s walking like she took a beating.”
“We’d never hit her.” And who the hell would? Lilah’s so small, I could pick her up with two fingers.
“Re-read the girl’s records,” Hikaru insists. “She’s evasive. Jumpy. Always in a fight. Never attended events with alphas unless she was coerced. Lilah’s not going to trust your pack unless you earn it.”
“Is that why you gave her an ultimatum? I thought Wyvern House was above forcing omegas into pack bonds.” I let the statement hang, praying they’ll say that Lilah lied, that she was the one who jumped on the opportunity to worm her way into our pack.
“Lilah’s inevitable.” Scorpio claps a hand on my shoulder. “Take good care of her, son. She’s your future.”
Fuck.
They dragged Lilah into our nest, and we were ready to fight her off like an insurgent.
I never even glanced at her records.
So fucking sloppy.
I thought I knew everything I needed to know because she was an omega.
Turns out, I don’t know the first thing about Lilah Darling.
I need to know every single thing if I’m going to keep my pack together.
When the dads finally let me free, Lilah isn’t waiting in the office, and the lack of her sets me rumbling like a tractor. “Where is she?”
The secretary jumps. “Said she wanted some air, sir. She stepped into the hallway.”
A strange sense of unease rides me. The corridor’s empty, and I can’t follow Lilah’s scent.
Male laughter echoes down the hall.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m tearing toward the sound.
Turning the corner to a lounge, I find Lilah sitting surrounded by a pack of trainees. Six big alphas block her tiny frame. They crowd her on a sofa until all I can see between their bodies is the flash of Lilah’s defiant glare.
“The hell is this?” I bark.
Their spines snap straight. The guy on the couch leaps to his feet, pulling away from her thigh like his hand’s on fire.
