Page 64 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

I know Zorin won’t stop until he finds me. I have too much baggage to drag Damon, Max, or Gunnar into my life.

Tears well in my eyes as I contemplate my plan to leave the pack. I sniff, trying to wipe my eyes discreetly, but Max notices and pulls me to his side.

“You okay?” he asks, rubbing my shoulder.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Just scared and overwhelmed.”

It’s not technically a lie, but I can’t reveal the full truth of wanting to leave them. I need to be smarter about it this time.

“Hey, it’s all right, sweetheart,” he soothes. “We’ll never let Zorin get near you again. He’s not going to hurt you again, babe.”

“I wish I could believe that,” I sigh as Damon approaches with a steaming mug of tea and a bowl of granola, fruit, and yogurt. “No thanks, Damon. Just looking at that makes me feel queasy.”

“Yesterday was a long day, and you didn’t eat much. You need to keep your strength up for our pup.”

“It looks gross,” I say, my stomach turning at the smell of green tea. Suddenly, I rush to the kitchen trash can and vomit whatever little I have left in me.

“Oh fuck,” Damon says worriedly, rubbing my back as Max hands me paper towels.

“Sorry,” I groan, rinsing my mouth in the sink. “I was feeling fine this morning…”

“Don’t apologize ever. You’re carrying our babe,” Damon says, watching me with a concerned look as if I might break at any moment. “Why don’t we take you out tonight? Everything at home doesn’t seem to be sitting well with you.”

“I can try,” I mumble, leaning against his chest to calm my racing heart.

“There’s a beautiful French restaurant across town that I think you’ll love,” Damon offers.

“What do you say, Lena? Are you up for it?” Max asks while caressing my waist.

“Sure,” I reply, hoping I can keep everything down. “We can try it out.”

“Consider it your first date with us,” Damon adds, rubbing my cold arms.

“It’s not a date,” I protest, pulling away from him.

“So, are we just friends with benefits? Is that what we’re telling our baby?”

My cheeks flush under his gaze of possessiveness and passion.

“I don’t know, okay? But this isn’t a date.”

“I’ll reserve a table for us,” Damon says without another word, kissing me on the forehead before leaving the kitchen.

Max senses my distress when he places a hand over my rapidly beating heart.

“Hey, this doesn’t mean anything,” he whispers, hugging me as panicked thoughts race through my mind.

I don’t want to lead the alphas on, and every day it’ll get harder to leave them. Each passing second would encourage them to mark and claim me forever.

* * *

Later that afternoon,I got dressed in the only dress I had in my suitcase.

It’s an off-the-shoulder, sparkly black evening dress with a sweetheart neckline. There’s a long slit in the skirt, showcasing my legs. My sprained ankle feels much better, so I pair my outfit with black heels, knowing I’ll be sitting for most of the evening anyway.

I do a smoky eye and bold red lips for my makeup, and when I look at the final ensemble in the mirror, I can’t deny that I’m glowing tonight despite my fears of being marked. I plan to enjoy my last moments with these wonderful alphas I met at the library.

The anal plug tugs at my ass, and the naughtiness of that, combined with my sexy attire, makes my lower belly clench and my pussy slick with arousal. Now I’m craving the alphas badly. Maybe one more night with them, and then it’ll be over. My nausea always seems to disappear when I think about intimacy with the alphas.

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