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“Do you want to tell me about it?” Jin circles my belly button.
I sigh. “You already know.”
“Tell me again.”
I don’t know what face to make, or how I’m supposed to act or feel, but I don’t hide my fear—or my terrifying greed—from my packleader.
My alpha.
My Jinnie.
He never flinches when I drop my mask.
Pressing his hand to my stomach, I unlock the anxiety gnawing at my heart and let him feel my shudder. “What if I can’t get pregnant?”
“We have a lot of heats in our future, Tomcat.” Jin pulls me onto his lap so he can hug my whole body. “I’m always going to be right here.”
I tilt my head to reach the mating bite glimmering on his throat. Purring, I lick the silvery shadow of my teeth.
“You don’t have to take the test today. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Jin smooths my hair. “And there’s no rush. Wyvern House took so many SAS prisoners, we can start our own research if that’s what it takes to get answers.”
“I know.” This time, my world isn’t the only one being rocked.
After the Wyverns sieged the SAS, they dropped one last bomb to weasel themselves out of trouble with the government.
They outed the super-secret gamma program.
Now everyone knows gammas exist.
The officials who write the budgets are pissed that tax dollars were being funneled into unethical research. They’re even more pissed that the public knows the truth, because they can’t stuff the secret back in the bag and use the gammas for themselves.
Pack Fissure and Brandon’s leftover lab staff are rotting in the compound’s prison while JJ Wyvern and his associates encourage them to share their research.
Bridget and Elyse survived like sugar-dusted cockroaches, but Wyvern House was pressured into returning the world’s last two gammas to government custody.
Telekinetic Dara died in the attack.
And Marisol Darling died five years ago.
On the night I awakened, the SAS declared me dead, erasing me in the same fire they used to erase Orlov Pack.
Now I don’t exist.
But since Serafina Redfang vanished with a backpack full of prescription painkillers, I’m borrowing my sister’s identity while I keep her inheritance warm.
I don’t want the Redfang assets—not even the diamond mines.
Okay. Maybe one diamond mine.
The Redfangs are so stupid rich, Serafina won’t notice.
If she ever resurfaces.
The Wyverns are looking, but as long as my sister stays in the mist, I’m safe from being clawed back by the government.
Now Bridget and Elyse are the guinea pigs, chained behind very well-ventilated bars.
It turns out?
