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The sudden pain rolls down from my clenching throat.

I try to breathe through the cringe, but while I was having fun, my system was doing steroids on the sly.

One thought of their teeth and my real scent screams, trying to break free.

Desperate to hide the sour, fantasy-killing truth, I flop from Jin’s arms, a fish escaping the hook.

“What’s wrong?” Jin stops me from tipping underwater, but his gentle touch only pincers my pheromones.

I splash out of his grasp, dodging Meadows hands and worried looks.

It’s easier to move away from them when I’m being hammered from the inside. I stop breathing, even blinking.

If I could, I’d stop my heart.

Anything to keep this moment pure.

Because life does not get better after that.

I just peaked.

Now it’s enough if I don’t make my situation worse.

I retreat to the shallows. “I’m fine. Just caught a chill.”

Bishop catches up the fastest.

He knows what my goose bumps mean.

Following me onto the beach, he brushes seawater from his ruined clothes. “Let’s towel dry, shall we? You must be freezing.”

My throat stings.

It’s one-hundred degrees in the sun.

He’s helping me lie.

“Solly.” Dutch chases after us, dripping shorts clinging to his battleship.

“Stay.” Reese snags him mid-lunge. “Bish will take care of her.”

“Indeed. With me, Queen.”

I want to flee screaming into the trees, but my need to keep the status quo is burned too deep.

Just be normal.

Instead of making a scene, I follow Bish across the sand. He leads me away from our villa.

Barefoot, soaked, I’ve never seen Bishop so undone. But as much as I want to memorize the shape of his abs through that see-through white shirt, it’s all I can do to breathe and not implode.

Something’s always wrong with me, but now it’s even wronger.

Maybe I overdid it on Serafina’s formula. Or maybe my first alpha-blessed orgasm overloaded my ovaries.

Doesn’t matter why or how.

All that matters is Meadows Pack can’t find out.

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