Page 109 of Sawyer and the Bookworms

“Oh, right… That answers my question, I guess.” I snort. “Go, Sawyer. Not so timid, is he?”

“You slept with him?” Kyrian growls.

Her blush grows darker. She hides her face against my shoulder again. “Um…”

Is this going to be a problem? Our second alpha has only just opened up about wanting to add her and Sawyer to the pack, but I don’t know how he feels about them getting together first, without us.

“He’d better have represented us well,” Archer finally growls, and I guffaw.

“You can bet he did,” Kyrian grunts, “he looks like a firecracker. Huh, Brin?”

Brin giggles against my shirt.

Archer is grinning, and I relax. Okay, then. Looks like we’re past this hurdle. The guys are fine with it, I’m fine with it.

Question is, does Brinlee only want Sawyer, or are we also in the picture? Most alphas and omegas want a pack, need one, but does she belong to either one of those categories?

“You don’t smell like an omega,” I whisper, nuzzling her hair. Of course, her hair is hard with hairspray and the chemical scent of the makeup she uses on the stage forms a thick layer over her natural scent. “You really are a delta, huh?”

“Sorry,” she murmurs.

“What? No, don’t be. Delta is excellent. I wouldn’t even care if you had no letter on your ID at all.”

She giggles a little again, and I love the sound. “But the others…?”

“We never cared about designations in this pack,” Archer says. “We’re not about to start now.”

“But you need an omega to make it official,” she argues.

“Well, we do have someone in mind for that role.” Archer winks through the rearview mirror.

I grin.

“Speaking of whom…” Kyrian says, his voice deepening. “You said he’s busy tonight? Busy doing what?”

“Uh… Oh, man.” She lifts her head off my shoulder, gives me a slightly anguished look that has me in knots. “You’re set on him, aren’t you?”

“We kind of are, yes,” I tell her gently. “Just like we’re set on you.”

But she’s biting her lip again. “That’s going to get complicated… I mean, even more than before.”

We’re parked outside our building, and I’ve pulled her back against my body because she’s shaking.

That’s because Archer has lost his legendary cool.

“He, what?” Archer roars. “He did what?”

“Calm down,” I hiss. “You’re scaring the shit out of her, don’t you see?”

Kyrian grabs Archer’s shoulder and squeezes. “Calm the fuck down, alpha.”

But Archer is on a roll. “He went to see another pack? He’s going to choose another fucking pack over us?”

“We never made an offer,” I remind him. “He’s free to look.”

“And shop around,” Kyrian says darkly.

“His family,” Brinlee says, her voice thin. “Something about his family forcing him to choose.”

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