Page 162 of Sawyer

“Baby girl, did you think we wouldn’t come for you?” Rumor almost sounds hurt.

“I did. Sal showed me a video of Thea and Bryn.” I look at Bryn’s chest because I can’t quite look him in the eye.

“Look at me, Sawyer.” Bryn’s tone remains gentle and not at all commanding. He waits until I look up at his face, from the little dimple in his chin to his blue eyes. “I had to bark at Thea to get her to stop. You saw her coming toward me because she couldn’t control herself.”

“You were…” I wave a hand at his dick. “You know…”

“Hard?” He smiles, but it isn’t full of friendliness. It’s more of a grimace. “Yeah, because they pumped a lot of pheromones in there. Nothing you saw was what it seemed.”

“But she’s your mate.” I sniffle.

“Sawyer.” Sin says my name as though it’s a promise, a plea, and my whole body tingles. Thea was his mate, his love. “We’re looking at our mate.”

I shudder, and sobs rip through my body.

“Hey.” He reaches for me, dragging me close. All three touch me in some way, trying to reassure me. “If you will have us, we’re your pack.”

“We love you, baby girl.” Rumor kisses my temple, his lips dragging over my flesh.

“Ours.” Bryn kisses my forehead before setting his on top of mine.

“What about your father’s bite?” I reach up, feeling the scab forming over his bite.

“The bond is dead, princess,” Sin assures me. “If you think I won’t want you, you’re wrong.”

“He—” I can’t even describe what he wanted to do, and I close my eyes, unable to look at them.

“You survived, Sawyer. You survived,” Rumor tells me again. “And I’m damn thankful you are still with us, baby girl.”

I absorb their warmth, their heat. “Where is Thea?” I brush the tears away, needing to know what happened to the broken omega.

“She was working with Doc this whole time,” Sin sneers.

My jaw drops.

“She’s safe,” Rumor adds. “All the women are safe and healing.”

“Come on, we need to get you out of here and somewhere safe.” Bryn lifts me up, cradling me close as though I’m a doll. I let it happen because I need their touch. I need them.

“The dungeon.” I bury my face in his neck. “We can’t leave yet.”

Bryn steps into the hall, carrying me downstairs. I hide my face in his neck because I know he’s carrying me over dead deltas. “Where’s the dungeon?”

I wiggle free, step over to the basement door, and pause. “There was a delta down here.”

“Stay here, Sawyer.” Bryn slips past me, heading down into the dark space, Rumor on his heels.

“Hey.” Sin steps closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms. My fear that he’ll leave me spikes, tinging the air with burnt limes. Neither of us speak about it. We let it go, because today was traumatic, full of fear and pain and so much more that remains unspoken.

It’ll take time to heal from this wound.

A pop-pop echoes from the basement, making me jerk in his arms.

“Focus on me, Sawyer, on my breath, my touch.” Sin presses my head to his chest, where I can inhale his vetiver scent. He breathes deeply, holding me tight. The beat of his heart is steady and reliable, and it’s all I can focus on. “That’s it, princess, one breath at a time. One at a time.”

For long moments, it’s just us, and he makes no move to let me go back into the dungeon, where I know they’ll find Freddy.

“Went the wrong fucking way and found a dead guy. No one could give me directions out of this dungeon. A fucking dungeon. A dungeon!” Violet’s voice carries out to me.

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