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I don’t need these strings, these ties that bind me, dragging me to a fate I never wanted.
When the car screeches to a stop, some deep inner part of me whispers, you’re safe.
I want to scream.
Safe?
Are my instincts fucking high?
Finn leaps out of the driver’s seat, not even putting the thing in park. He’s shirtless. Scarred skin and red hair streaked with ash.
“Star.” He sprints to me, calling in a raw, ragged voice that crackles in my chest cavity.
Finn bulldozes guards to get to me, staring not at my neck or my body, but me, in a way that turns the air to syrup.
And when his scent hits, blood oranges spiced with cream and smoke, Finn has me.
For just one second, I crack.
Logic melts out my ears, because I know deep in my soul that if I let him wrap me in his arms, Finn will never let me go.
Then Wyvern Pack will have me too.
Forever.
The same part of me that insists I’m safe, that everything is fine and my mates are here for my rescue, gives a girlish squee that’s as sharp as a 4 a.m. wake-up call.
Thankfully, my brain restarts before I can act on that running leap into their arms.
“Lilah.” Hunter’s a step behind Finn, and he looks twice as wrecked with stubble over his square jaw, and the long top part of his dark hair looking like he crawled through a typhoon.
He dives into the battle line with Finn, more and more guards pouring from the building to keep the guys away from me.
“Stand down!” Atlas roars.
I can’t catch his scent in the chaos, the shouting and fighting, but his pack leader dominance rolls over me like he’s pulling me to rest against his warm chest.
Comforting.
Suffocating.
“Orders, sir!” a guard shouts. “We protect the omega.”
Guards blot out my view in the shuffle, but I catch flashes of Atlas through the gaps between their bodies. He stares straight at me, golden brown eyes so intense, I flinch.
Then I spot Jett.
He’s not fighting. He stands at the edge of the fray, gripping his shirt over his heart with claw fingers, and I’m sickly satisfied how he looks like total hell. Skin sallow, dark eyes sunk.
At least they weren’t on vacation.
But neither was I.
Now they want to roll up like they own me, start stupid fights, and what? Drag me back to their cave? Chain me up next to Orion so they can get back to their regularly scheduled black ops?
It takes me a solid few seconds to shake off the testosterone and crashing waves of alpha dominance, but when I finally find my voice, I fucking belt. “STOP!”
It’s like I hit the universal pause button.
