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“Hikaru told you?”

“He claims she’s our fated omega.”

“No. We have Orion,” he says with a hint of quaver in his voice.

“That’s what I told him.” I refuse to let the doubt creep in. I know Orion’s ours, and no matter what fantasies the dads cook up, that’s never going to change.

I can’t believe it.

There’s no way.

No goddamned way Lilah is meant to be ours.

She would’ve thrown herself at us.

And we would’ve let her.

“Take her to Hunter’s class. I can’t teach with her here.” Jett angles his body away from Lilah like he isn’t watching her every move from the corner of his eye.

Like I’m not doing the same shit.

Everyone’s watching her.

Jett’s frantic vibration pulls at my instinct to soothe my packmate, but this isn’t the place. Not with trainees looking on and him as skittish as a doe.

All I can do is change the subject. “What’s the news from the Redfangs?”

“They’re plotting. Dom wants blood.” Jett slowly pulls himself together, solidifying into the iceberg we know and love.

“Timeline?”

“Soon. We caught one of their foot soldiers, but he’s too low on the ladder to have any valuable intel.”

“Tell me when—” I cut off, my gaze snapping to the back of the room. An alpha trainee leans over Lilah, trying to cop a sniff.

“Asses in your seats,” I bark.

Metal screeches as a hundred trainees scramble for chairs. Lilah relaxes, and I catch another flash of purple plastic. “Shiv whittlin’,” I mutter.

We need to get her a real knife.

“What did you say?” Jett frowns, a finger-deep furrow forming between his brows.

“Nothing.” I shake myself, trying to scatter the sense of everything crashing down.

Have to protect Orion.

Have to protect the pack.

Have to protect Wyvern House.

The dads’ expectations, the Redfangs closing in, and now Lilah.

It’s terrifying how naturally instinct settles. Just hours ago, I was thinking of Lilah as my enemy.

Now she’s another life I have to protect.

I promise I’ll keep her safe.

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