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“Shh, I know, baby. You don’t have to do anything. Just lie there and rest and take my cock. I’ll do all the work, okay?”

I stare up at him, brain mushy as hell, but body already opening for him, blooming with the first tendrils of arousal. I didn’t think it was possible. “Okay,” I whisper.

Rafe grins and presses a fervent kiss to my mouth as his cock prods at my entrance. We both groan as he slides inside, the way eased by Liam’s cum. So much it squeezes out around the alpha’s cock, dripping onto the bed.

Rafe hums, leaning back to watch it happen. “Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.”

Liam makes a distressed noise. “You’re fucking my cum out of her.”

Rafe laughs and shrugs, thrusting into me languidly. “Gotta make room for my own.” There’s a devilish glint in his eyes as he looks down at me. “Now, it’s my turn to fill you up.”

Track 19: Intentions

My emotions are all out of whack.

I’m thrilled, beyond thrilled really that Sorrel has agreed to be ours, to join our pack. It took everything in me to not bite her right then and there, but Gray was right. If we wait until my next heat, the bond with be stronger. I want that. The strongest bond possible with my beta. I want to feel her over vast distances and to sense her emotions. I want to know when she needs me and what she needs, and in order for that to happen, we have to wait.

I hate it.

Patience isn’t really my forte.

So I’m currently feeling happy and impatient and anxious and angry… So angry at Sorrel’s mother for putting her daughter into this situation. Angry for the burden she placed on her already grieving child’s shoulders.

At least now we understand Sorrel’s almost manic determination to make that restaurant thrive. Especially since she’s never expressed any joy in running it. It always seemed like something she just had to do. Now… We get it.

Thankfully, as her pack, we’ll be able to help ease the burden. We can hire someone to run it for her. She can be as involved as she wants to be. But the hope—my hope—is that once she knows it’s thriving without her guidance, she’ll be more open to finding her passion again. Which… you know, I want to be writing songs with me.

She thinks I haven’t seen her notebook, the one that she scribbles in when she has a spare minute. But I’ve seen it.

Never looked at it. I wouldn’t without her permission, but God, I’m dying to. Song lyrics are like a glimpse into a person’s soul, and I want to know every inch of my beta’s soul.

We spent most of the morning in my nest until our stomachs made us leave it in search of food. Sorrel retreats to her room to take another shower, while the rest of us make our way to the kitchen, ready to make a feast for our newest pack member.

While Rafe and Gray open the fridge and cabinets, pulling out sandwich fixings, I check my phone. It vibrated a few times while we were worshiping our girl.

The first thing I see are texts from Gage to all of us… well, not Sorrel, but me, Rafe and Gray. He made a text chain with all four of us, and for some reason that makes my heart clench.

It’s a good sign, right? Like maybe he’s thinking about joining us, too.

He’ll have to once he finds out that Sorrel agreed.

Well, not have to, but he’ll want to. Then our pack will be complete.

My omega heart gets positively giddy at the thought.

Only to have it drop when I see the first text.

Gage:

What the fuck is this?

Sorrel was attacked?

There’s a link attached, but I already know it’ll be to an article about what happened at the restaurant. Despite our best efforts, we could not keep the paparazzi from sniffing out the story. The cops showing up undoubtedly had something to do with it.

Gage:

You better answer me, motherfuckers.

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