Page 165 of Sawyer

All three of us look back at our beautiful mate, who’s standing there with a genuine smile on her face. Pride swells inside of me that we created that smile.

“You ready, baby girl?” The blush on her face tells me she might be ready for a few other things.

“I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.” Leaning down to Sin while my eyes remain on Sawyer, I whisper, “I want you on your knees later.”

Sin taps my chest. “Maybe I want you on your knees.”

Bryn chokes on a laugh as my eyes widen. “Know what? You had that coming.” Bryn starts the car, leaving us to follow him a moment later.

Sin rushes ahead to open the passenger door for Sawyer, who slides into the car.

As Bryn takes the wheel, I get into the back with Sin.

The engine rumbles, and my chest squeezes a little. We knew right away that Sawyer needed to talk to someone. It didn’t have to be us, but it had to be someone.

She agreed to see a therapist at the delta base in Bridgeburn, which was an excellent step. Unfortunately, the doc is still out there somewhere, so Sawyer doesn’t feel safe yet.

Today is a little different though. Mila is meeting her at the base for a checkup. Sawyer told us everything that happened at the lab, though it took her a couple days to open up. Once she did, we just sat with her in shock.

Gammas are underdeveloped omegas. That alone could rock the entire foundation of our world, which is why we have yet to say anything. Sin brought it to the monarch’s attention. He has a gamma mother, and I believe he spoke with her, but nothing concrete ever came of it.

Needless to say, we are all taking this information cautiously.

Sawyer also told us that deltas are underdeveloped alphas. That took me a long time to even acknowledge. I’m not entirely dismissive of the theory, however, since I have almost everything an alpha has, aside from the ability to send an omega into heat…and the rage. There is a reason deltas without packs must live at the base. The older we get, the crazier we become. An omega anchors us, and a pack solidifies that anchor.

Yet I’ve felt nothing but peace with Sawyer close.

The biggest change? The white in my hair slowly turned back to my normal black. It’s something I haven’t yet voiced because even though I see Sawyer as my mate, my natural biology recognizes her as a mate, and I don’t need an omega.

That means that Doc was right all along.

The gates come into view, and Bryn shows his clearances.

“Rumor.” Sawyer turns in her seat to address me, earning my complete, undivided attention. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“I think we were talking about fondue.” I hide my smile. She’s been asking about food more and more.

She nibbles on her lip as we park. “Cheese?” she asks hopefully. “And maybe chocolate with strawberries for dessert?”

Sin moans beside me, his scent deepening. “Please.”

I slap his shoulder. “Of course.”

Nodding, she climbs out of the car, only to return a moment later. Turning around, she whispers, “Thank you. All of you.”

“For what?” My skin stretches, and I know there are wrinkles across my forehead.

“Waiting for me.” She holds my gaze before looking at the others. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” She winks and climbs out of the car with Bryn beside her as he walks her to her appointment.

“She’s healing,” Sin says in awe, and it’s exactly how I feel.

“Are you healing?” I ask the enigmatic alpha.

His head turns to me, and his emerald eyes are clearer than they have ever been—that’s what living clean will do for a person. Sin was the other biggest change in the last few weeks. He allowed his body to withdraw from the drugs and the alcohol. He looks healthier, and he’s even put on a little weight, bulking up his alpha muscle.

“I’m healing, don’t you worry.” He winks at me as we wait for Bryn to return. “You sure about this?”

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