Page 66 of Queen of Diamonds

When she stepped out, I couldn’t help but stare, every Alpha instinct going rabid.

Our house. Our collar. Our fucking Omega.

Zed knew I had a thing for collars, dammit. It’s why Kyan wore the golden choker everywhere—and I always had a chain on my belt.

Fuck.

Me.

She looked nervous as she stepped out, as if she were looking at a whole new home.

I found it endlessly frustrating that despite her spiky exterior, I would occasionally catch glimpses of vulnerability that looked so real. Like there was another person beneath the crazy Omega cunt who’d left us in the dust.

I didn’t just hate that I sometimes—for the slightest flicker—believed in that side of her. I hated that I wanted to.

Her eyes found mine, and she examined me. I was frozen, a spoon of cereal halfway to my mouth. She was so stupidly pretty, even in black sweatpants, a simple tank top and hoodie, sleeves to her knuckles, and thick hair tied up in a messy bun.

Great.

What was there to worry about? It was only the hottest Omega on the whole fucking planet, wearing our collar, about to flit around our home and make it hers.

Would she start nesting?

I mean, if she did, I had a lot of pillows—not like Zed. Maybe, would she want?—?

No.

Goddammit.

I torched the thought with a flamethrower.

If Glade started nesting in our home, I would lose all of my self-control. Even now, as she stepped out in her fluffy socks covered in… I squinted… was that a bunny pattern? How infuriatingly cute. I just wanted to scoop her up and cuddle her. Or bend her over the table. It was really hard to decide which called to me more, actually.

She wasn’t nearly as innocent as her bunny socks would let on, not inside the bedroom or out. Half my dreams were filled with memories of banging her, and damn if she didn’t like it rough with my teeth at her neck while I made her beg for me… She liked that, too… being made to beg while I held out…

Real-life collar-and-bunny-socks Glade, cocked an eyebrow.

I lowered my spoon to my bowl, scowling as I realised I’d been staring at her like a maniac for fuck knew how long. My pupils were probably blown, my scent giving me away.

I cleared my throat. “The collar’s a fucking stupid plan,” I muttered, mostly to Zed, who was also staring like an idiot from the kitchen where he’d returned to his eggs.

They were burning by the smell of it.

Glade’s smile was dazzling, her fingers trailing the stupid black piece on her neck.

Lovely.

I’d forgotten what a brat she was, too. Almost as bad as Kyan. The plan was to ignore her. No nesting. No pillows. No nothing. She wasn’t here to stay.

How long was she going to be here?

If this was a Brotherhood issue? Well, there wasn’t a clock on that… We were pretty well hidden from them. We’d worked hard to keep our heads low.

But things were different. She all but had a bounty on her head.

“Oasis?” Kyan’s voice carried from up in his pad. He was staring down at her, eyes wide.

Fuck.

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