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Lucian is standing at the edge of the room. Not moving. Not blinking. Eyes locked on me like he’s trying to decide if he’s more furious about the bonding or the shirt.

Plot twist: it’s probably both.

I blink. Then blink again.

This is fine.Everythingis fine. I am a picture of post-orgasmic tranquility, and not, in fact, a feral omega wearing the wrong alpha’s clothing while still very much... knotted.

Lucian’s eyes drop to where Ash is still connected to me. Then back to my face. Then the shirt.

Shit.

Did I - accidentally - call him here?

I bite my lip, and the bond hums like an open wire.

Yeah. Yeah, I might’ve.

I can feel the tension-laced warning vibrating off Ash like a grenade that hasn’t decided whether to blow.

“I’ve got this,” I murmur, already regretting the fact that I absolutely do not.

Lucian’s eyes snap to mine.

Oh, good. Here comes the storm.

He’s a thundercloud in expensive tailoring - seething, still buttoned up, and looking at me like I’ve personally caused a stock market crash.

“You’re really making yourself at home, aren’t you?” he says. Voice like a silk glove over a fist. “In my house. In my shirt. Filled with someone else’s knot.”

My eyebrows go up.

Wow.Full sentence. No threats yet.

Progress.

“What can I say?” I smile, channeling my inner chaos demon. “Comfort suits me.”

Ash tenses behind me. I feel it in the way his arm curls a little tighter - his version of a warning flare.

Lucian doesn't blink. “You’re still dripping,” he mutters.

“I’m still hydrated,” I counter. “Should I be punished for that?”

Lucian crosses the room like it’s his damn runway show and he’s about to drop a hostile takeover.

The energy? Immaculate. Rage and restraint rolled into a monologue waiting to happen.

Except he doesn’t talk. He just reaches for me - fingers at my chin, tilting my face up like I’m the inconvenient truth he’s trying to rewrite.

“You’re soaked with another alpha’s come, Omega,” he says, voice barely controlled.

“And you’re back to acting like a spoiled tyrant,” I snap, squinting up at him like I’m trying to read the fine print on his delusion.

Behind me, Ash growls low.

The threat isn’t subtle.

“You touch her like that while I’m still inside her, you better be ready to bleed.”

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