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Who wants to be her backup?
I’m #TeamSolly all the way, whether I’m center field or my ass is warming her bench.
“I’ll show you how a real gamma feels.” Her cocktail scent violates my ear holes. “Kiss me like you mean it, Reese.”
My hands obey, reaching for her.
I don’t fight.
I lean in to the screaming compulsion that scrambles my skull.
Because the second this bitch called my sweetheart a freak?
Palmed my favorite knife.
I kiss her like I mean it.
With a blade.
Across her throat.
She sprays blood and goes down gurgling.
Her guys take aim while I’m still frozen.
Can’t dodge this one, but at least I bagged the gamma who’s been bullying my girl.
I grin into a gun barrel.
RIP MVP.
Unleashed, my pheromones storm the island.
I keep just enough control to read the wind and steer my scent away from Dutch.
As we race through the jungle, choking noises shine neon targets on my prey.
There are two types to hunt.
Triad bait alphas, stomping to grab attention, and the camouflaged SAS agents who think they’re safe.
My dialed-to-eleven scent shreds their lungs. They’re paralyzed before they can twitch for tranquilizer darts. I rip off their masks, precision-pumping shotgun-blast perfume.
Dutch backs me up from the trees.
Headshots, every time.
The puppy dog has perfect aim.
I guide him with hand signals, never looking back—only forward.
With explosions popping off across the island, I can’t afford to hold back my firepower. But when I let go of those reins, every fiber focused on flexing my scent, there’s no hiding my bloodthirsty grin.
Can’t help it.
I get all warm and tingly snuffing out evil fucking alphas when Dutch is on my team.
We’re almost to the pack’s fallback position when raunchy coconut perfume corkscrews my sinuses.
