Page 61 of Sawyer and the Bookworms

“I’m going after her, too,” Archer says.

Kyrian scowls. “The fuck, man. We still haven’t had that pack talk.”

“I’m not claiming her for the pack,” Archer replies. “I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Who cares?”

Acher grunts. “Oh, man, come off it. I can see right through you, Ky. You care.”

“Nonsense.”

“You’re the one who came telling us how tired she had looked,” Roman says, and it seems like he’s over his little funny mood from before. Then his words sink in.

“You did?” I turn from Kyrian to Roman. “Where did you guys see her?”

“Outside the omega shelter.” Roman turns back to Kyrian. “I know you. You care about everyone, let alone girls who got your dick hard.”

“She didn’t.”

“You almost poked my eye out with that thing.”

I glance from one to the other, nonplussed. “Kyrian cares about everyone?”

“He’s a softie, really,” Roman says, and now I’m staring at him. He laughs. “It’s the truth. He’s the one who got us to help at the omega shelter.”

“He did?”

I’m a parrot now, apparently, repeating everything they say, and goggling at them like an idiot. Kyrian likes Brinlee? Likes people? What is going on here?

Just because he rearranged your books, because he doesn’t like books, doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, Sawyer. There you go again, with your book-related prejudices.

It’s not just that, though. He’s a hulking, grumpy alpha.

And that means he has no heart?

Damn.

“Are we going, then?” Roman says, and it takes me a moment to pull myself out of my head and understand the words and their meaning.

“What?” I glance from him to the two alphas. “You’re coming with me?”

“We’ve already established that I’m kind of obsessed with your girl, Sawyer,” Roman mutters.

“She’s not my girl,” I whisper.

“Not yet. And we’ve established that Kyrian has a serious hard-on for her, and Archer, well… How do you feel about her, Arch?”

“She’s ours,” he growls, “so let’s go get her.”

“Whoa, what? Ours? Are you serious?” I glare at him. “Here I am, practically telling you she means something to me, and you plan on stealing her for your pack? What the fuck?”

“She’s not the only one I’m planning on stealing,” he says, his voice dropping into an even lower growl, like a wolf’s, lifting the hairs on my arms, raising goosebumps. His eyes bore into me. “Get me?”

I’m not sure I do, though a weird flutter inside my stomach tells me that my body got the message before my conscious brain had a chance to. The flutter turns into a tightening of my balls, and here I go, getting hard again.

Because as my brain finally starts to catch up, I draw a jagged breath and… What the fuck, wait… Is he talking about me?

Bee sends Kaden because she can’t make it, and I should be worried about having a bull in a china shop, my shop, but I can’t even work up any concern.

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