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“I don’t want it. I’m not worthy, but neither are you.”

“If you try anything, if she gets hurt,” I breathe hard, my lungs aching, my head pounds, “if anything happens to her-”

“It will be a marvel and, surely, a sign from your parents, who are looking down in horror.”

I lose it. I wrap my hands around his thick throat and squeeze, roaring into his face.

“How dare you!”

“Ezy, let go now.”

“NO! HE NEEDS TO DIE!”

I fight the hands that pry me from him, but then I’m thrown into Beau and Keagan, who pull me away.

Keagan presses his lips to my ear. “Not yet. We need him, just a little bit longer, and then I promise you and I, we’ll make him suffer.”

I shake, but I allow them to draw me away.

Shale gives Holt a long look. “You’ve pushed too far, old man.”

He spits on Shale.

Spits on my alpha.

I roar and redouble my efforts, fighting even as Beau and Keagan drag me down the hall.

I roar the pain of my entire life, the indignation that I can’t destroy him and the fury that he dared touch what was mine.

When they haul me back to the room, it’s Aspyn who limps to me and cups my face, tears slowly running down her cheeks.

“It’s going to be okay, Ezy. It’s going to be okay.”

I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her shoulder. Squeezing my eyes closed and trying to control the rage, the fury that demands I answer the insult with blood.

And only in the arms of my omega do I find some semblance of peace.

Chapter thirty-six

Aspyn

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I stare wide-eyed at the alphas. I think their eyes fairly glow as they look back at me.

“You can’t be serious, Omega.”

A soft growl escapes me, and I start tugging the mattress into the spot I’ve chosen for it.

“You can’t have a heat in a cave!” Shale thunders.

I wince at the sound but ignore him.

Cave is safe. A cave can’t be swept away. A cave can hide me. No one can see. I’ll be hidden and safe. A wave of this blistering, delicious heat sweeps through me, and I moan.

Panic chases it back. It’s an exhausting see-saw of feelings that are ripping me apart.

Beau reaches out and brushes my hair back, so gentle, so mine. His eyes search my face with so much compassion, so much empathy. He’s not at all like everyone says he is. None of them are.

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