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I land a few hits on the outer rings of the target’s head and chest so that it’s not totally obvious I’m throwing the game. The rest of my bullets fly wide, some punching the edges of the paper, some going rogue.
When I reload, Finn steps in.
“Keep your muscles tense. Arms here.” He shows me the position with gentle hands that have me popping goose bumps.
“I’ll try.” I don’t let myself loosen up until he steps aside.
After firing a few more rounds with no improvement, I glance at him. “How many more do I have to shoot?”
Hunter steps into the lane. “That’s enough for today. Atlas texted to meet him at the car.”
“I’m not done with her.” Finn’s jaw sets stubbornly, but Hunter tugs me away before he can do anything crazy. “End your class and catch up.”
Finn watches me leave, and so do twenty other alphas.
The hallway’s just as bad because the rumor mill must be churning. Now that people know who I am, they’re even more curious, staring at me, examining me.
I want to tuck myself against Hunter’s side and let him protect me the way I know he would if I asked.
But there’s no point.
He’s never going to be my mate, and soon enough, I’ll be fully on my own. Hunching into myself, I try to make myself smaller, with less surface area for the stares.
I can’t wait to get back to the nest and dive into the darkness where I belong.
***
Twenty-One
LILAH
Atlas drives in silence. I climbed into the back seat, as far from the alphas as possible, but their scents can’t be escaped. Jett stayed at Wyvern House. The other three are three too many for my overworked ovaries, and I’m panting by the time we pull into the driveway.
As soon as the engine cuts, Orion pops into the garage. He tenses like a cat about to pounce when he spots me slinking out of Atlas’s car.
“You’re home early.” He moves to Atlas, who kisses his forehead on his way into the house.
“We’ve got shit to plan.” Hunter squeezes Orion into a hug. “We’re on deck for the Patrick fundraiser.”
“All six of us,” Finn says. “Together.”
Orion pales.
I hold back while the alphas pass him. I always feel weird in my skin when I’m faced with Orion, but now I’m puzzled too.
If Atlas, Finn, and Hunter were my alphas, and I was alone all day, I’d be all over them the second they came home. Full-on movie montage, sprint, pounce, thighs around their hips, kissing anyone or any part I could reach, and hopefully a quick orgy on the hood of the closest convertible.
Shit, I can barely stop myself now and I know they’re not mine.
Orion looks likes he needs a hard knotting, itching his arms and leaning toward the house. He’s holding himself back. Probably because I’m here.
I wince for him.
Omegas aren’t built for restraint. We want what we want, and we want it thirty seconds ago.
Which is why I need to stop spending time moping over what I can’t have.
“I’ll leave.” I move toward the garage door, ready to skirt around to the basement.
