Page 135 of Queen of Diamonds

Was I… witnessing possessive-Omega-Glade?

Damn.

I needed to get my head on straight. Wounded she might be, but she’d been raised in the Romano Mafia. She’d probably seen fingers before. Worse, even.

She reached out for them, and I blocked her. “You… cannot take them to the nest.” Why had I said that? It would be ridiculous. She couldn’t possibly want?—

“Why not?” Her voice was high-pitched, her gaze furious.

Oh god.

Anywhere but the nest.

Why would she want that?

You were the fucking idiot who decided they were good trophy gifts from her new pack lead.

And she was an Omega.

A mafia Omega.

But Knight would string me up if I let her—and add my pinkies to the display.

I cleared my throat. “We have a no-dismembered-appendages in the nest rule.”

“No, you don’t.” There was a definite hint of a brat rising in her voice.

I snorted. “We do now.”

“You can’t give me a gift this good and not let me take it to my nest.”

“Oh… I really can.”

I palmed the back of my neck, an unexpected flush rising. A gift this good? I did puff up a little at that. Maybe I wasn’t so stupid after all. “I’ll wall mount them for you, set them in resin—I’ll even make them into a necklace, but they aren’t going anyplace where we’re going to fuck you.” Uh… That last part hadn’t been the plan.

She did a double take, blown pupils suddenly holding mine with intensity.

We stared at each other for a long moment, then she lifted her hand, hovering toward the severed fingers while holding my eyes.

“Glade!”

They were supposed to be for looking at. She didn’t need to touch them.

That was gross.

The most breathtaking smile lit up her face as her hand flashed toward them. I snarled, catching her wrist, then sweeping her over my shoulder to the cutest shrill squeak.

45

GLADE

Icrashed backward into a massive bed with very little dignity.

Zed was above me, caging me in, lips brushing my neck as I wrestled his shirt over his back.

I thought we were in a spare room. Not the main nest, which meant Zed had every intention of keeping me all to himself.

His gift, his fuck.

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