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Well, fuck. Things are about to get a lot more interesting.

Chapter 33

Savannah

Iwas done not seeingWalker for days on end. Those little bits and pieces of him aren't enough. I need my Alpha. I crave him, and I’m going fucking crazy without him.

None of the guys know this, but it physically hurts to be away from him for long periods of time.

I’m not sure if it’s normal. I know some Omegas can feel the distance and loss. That they feel this longing, a tug, towards their Alpha when they’re away.

But this is more. It’s an ache in my heart. Like something is missing.

Maybe it’s because I’m marked by everyone in the pack but him, or that I hardly get an hour with him before he’s out cold or sleeping.

We haven’t had that time to get to know one another and bond yet, like I have with the others.

And that’s changing. Now. Today. I’m not leaving this firehouse without his knot in my pussy and his teeth in my neck. I don’t care how or where, but it’s going to happen.

The little show he just gave me was pure porn.Does this man know how fucking sexy he is?

I lick my lips, my eyes trailing up his tanned, tattooed, bare chest. Water glistens as it rolls down his muscles, making my pussy clench.

This man is all fucking mine.

Shame he won’t give me a good pole dancing show.

“I thought you were going to give me a show?” Walker asks, crossing his arms over his massive chest, obstructing my view.

“I was looking at that,” I grumble.

“I know.” He winks. “Getting a little distracted, are we?”

I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry my pussy is doing all the thinking.”

He groans and takes a step forward, this primal look in his eyes. But I hold my hand out, stopping him.

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