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Chapter 14

Savannah

If I could rememberwhat it felt like sitting at the principal's office, ready to be scolded for doing something naughty, I have a feeling it would be a lot like the scene before me.

I’m sitting at the guys’ kitchen table, arms on the top, blood red nails tapping against the wood surface as the four of them sit across from me with a variety of different expressions.

“In my defense, I thought she was an intruder,” I explain with a shrug, not able to handle the eerie silence in the room. The looks Walker and Leroy are giving me make me shift in my seat; in unease or arousal, the jury is still out on that one.

The way Leroy handled me, with his hand around my throat, had my stomach in knots. In what I think was a very good way?

I mean, I didn’t have the urge to stab him, something I would have done with anyone else. Nope, I wanted to get down on my knees and have him call me his good girl. To hear him call me his Little Monster again.

You would think that would have bothered me, but it didn’t. Everything he said and did just made me wet, because none of it was meant to humiliate me. There was no ill intent or cruelty behind his actions and words.

I’ve been on my knees before, had degrading words thrown my way, but that was meant to hurt me, to belittle me, to tear me down.

Nothing these men have done so far shows me they have the same intentions.

I’m not stupid enough to trust them so easily, but I’ve been around enough vile people to be able to read them.

And I have it on good authority to believe these men are nothing like them.

Only time will tell, I suppose.

“What about that woman made you think she was here to cause harm in any way?” Walker asks, crossing his arms as he cocks a thick brow.

I grind my teeth, feeling twitchy that he would defend that woman in any way. I’m his fucking Omega, not her.

“She had something in her hand,” I say, crossing my arms, mimicking his pose. “Could have been a gun.”

“It was a bottle,” he deadpans.

“And how was I supposed to know that?” I throw my arms up. “No one mentioned another woman living in this fucking house,” I snarl, hands slapping the table. My eyes dart to Caleb and Jake, the ones I’ve spent the most time with, who had many chances to fill me in on not only the Beta living in their house, but the fact that they have a daughter.

Their expressions are filled with guilt. I narrow my eyes, and I can see them start to sweat. Good. They should be afraid of me.

I’m still processing the part where they have a kid.Need more answers before I lose my fucking mind about it.

“We should have told you, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Jake speaks up. “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since everything happened.”

Fair point. I didn’t expect for us to sit down and spill every detail of our lives. But still, this is something big, something that I should have been given a heads up about.

“Okay, true. I get that. And I might not know much about how this world works—you know, being fucked up in the head and all.” I tap on the side of my head. “But I know enough about how scent matched Alphas and Omegas work. Shit in this world, things move fast when they’re matched like this, am I wrong?”

“No,” Leroy speaks. “Everything is more intense: feelings, emotions, instinct. Scent matches are no longer in control like they were before; these elements are the driving factor for everything they do. For the most part, no one thinks twice about what happens after they meet their match.”

“But you did.” I point to Walker. “You left last night. You made me think you didn’t want anything to do with me while these two have been all in from the moment they smelled me.”

It’s his turn to look guilty. He runs his hand against the back of his neck. “I want you, Savannah. I do. Fuck.” He runs a hand down his face. “I have this need inside me to pull you into my arms and never let go.” My belly warms at the thought. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want you. But between my past and...” he trails off. I can see the pain on his face.

What happened in his past that made him hesitant to take his scent match? Whoever hurt him, I'll find them and fucking slit their throats!

“Athena,” Leroy finishes for him. “If we didn’t have a daughter to think about, things probably would have been different. I know it would have for me.” He shrugs. “I might only be a Beta, and there’s nothing in my DNA pulling you to me. But I can’t deny there’s something about you. I know I’m not going to be able to resist.” He gives me this sexy grin that makes my heart race.

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