Page 47 of Taken By the Pack

“You made it clear I was just a friend.”

Silence.

Then, softer. “Or am I wrong?”

She looks down at me, searching. “That was then.”

“And now?”

“It’s... complicated.”

I exhale through my nose. “You sure you’re okay with this? For real? With Rowan, too?”

She shifts, propping her chin on my chest. “Are you?”

I shrug. “It’s not that weird. Pack of Alphas sharing an Omega isn’t anything new.”

Her brows lift slightly.

“Before my parents left, they had a third,” I add. “Sometimes it was an Omega, but most times I remember an Alpha coming by.”

Something flickers across her face. “You never talk about them. Your family, I mean.”

That familiar pang hits my gut, but I shove it down. “Not worth it, I promise.”

Her fingers move again, this time tracing the crest on my shoulder. The old heirloom, inked deep into my skin.

She whispers, “What does it mean?”

I glance down, brushing her knuckles with mine. “Family symbol. Generations old. A reminder of everything they built.”

Grace watches me carefully, fingers still tracing. Then, after a moment, she leans in, lips brushing my shoulder. “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“We could.”

She laughs quietly. “I have a flower order for Mrs. Clarke to take care of. I’m already late.”

I groan, pulling her closer. “Before you go, can I see?”

She blinks. “See what?”

I grin, running my tongue over my teeth. “That you came.”

Her lips part. Her nipples tighten against my chest, and fuck, I love that reaction.

My palm skates down, dipping past her waistband, fingers slipping through slick heat, and yeah, she’s soaked.

She gasps.

I smirk, pulling my fingers up, watching the way her eyes darken as I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean.

Her breath stutters.

I grin against my knuckles. “I’m gonna have so much fucking fun with you.”

She smiles and tilts her head, eyes locked on me, a challenge in her gaze. “You saw mine,” she murmurs. “So, I see yours.”

I cock a brow. “You sure about that?”

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