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"It doesn't matter if she left it to you, Hannah," Paul stammers, clearly upset that I called them all out on their bullshit. "It's just selfish. You don't need five million dollars—"

"Fivemillion?" I choke out, in absolute shock. I thought it was half a million.

"That's right, sweetie." Mom changes her tune awfully quick. "And really, Paul and I are entitled to some of it too. I mean, we helped you move out there with her—"

Rage boils inside me at her words. Nana is fuckingdeadand they only care about the money. "I would pay all of it, if it meant I could have her back, you fucking vultures," I spit. "But since I can't, instead, when I win this damn court case, I'm going to donate all of it. Just to spite all of you."

Before they can they sputter their outrage, I end the call, breathing hard through my nose like a damn bull.

Vultures, the lot of them.

If I never speak to any of them again, it'll be too soon.

Chapter 17

Noah

It's been four days since we scent matched with Hannah and I'm fucking itchy all over. Enzo's been on a damn date with her for crying out loud, and I haven't even laid eyes on her in person.

I'm hunched over the island, stuffing a piece of the banana bread that Austin made last night into my mouth when the smug bastard himself waltzes into the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He has a light sheen of sweat from all the boxes he's been moving but I can't find it in myself to help him. Charlie and Austin are somewhere around here, helping him with his stuff and seemingly unperturbed that he's the only one that's been in contact with our omega the last four days.

"Do we have water bottles?" He asks breathlessly, and I grunt and point over my shoulder to the fridge. The sound of my chewing and him opening the fridge and cracking open a water bottle are the only sounds in the room for a minute.

"I want to see her." The words coming out of my mouth surprise even me as I turn to face him. His brows shoot up as he puts the cap back on the water bottle. He opens his mouth, but I keep talking. "I'm the only one who's never officially met her, it's driving me crazy, and it's not fair."

"It isn't aboutfair, Noah." Enzo frowns at me, placing his water bottle on the table. "She's not a toy that we're all taking turns with. She's upset, and we need to give her space."

Space? Isn't that like…what omegas like theleast? If we give her too much space, she's going to think we don't care.

"We're her alphas." I challenge, taking a step towards him. He may be all cool, and sophisticated, and fucking toned for an old man, but he's wrong about this. I can feel it. "Sheneedsus. She's been on her own for far too long. She's given up, and we aren't giving her a reason to change her mind."

Enzo regards me for a moment, looking me up and down.

Assessing.

I'm not stupid. He was a damn Fed. I know he's reading me—he's trained to. Right now, when he looks at me, all he'll see is an alpha who knows what his omega needs.

He still shocks the hell out of me though. "What do you know?"

My guard goes back up. "What do you mean?"

"You know something. You've dug into her, haven't you?" I can't tell if he's pissed or not and it's freaking me the hell out.

"I looked into her records at the OMS. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did. I'm not going to tell you what I found, though. That's for her to tell. Just trust me when I tell you she needs us to prove ourselves right now."

Enzo looks at me for a moment longer, and to my complete surprise, nods once. "Alright. Go to her. Make sure she knows we're just trying to not overwhelm her."

A sigh of relief leaves me. I'm not sure where Enzo falls in the dominance department, but there's something about him that makes my alpha want his approval.

So fucking annoying.

An hour later, though, I'm staring at her apartment door, ice cream in one arm, and a bag of salty snacks in the other, and I knock. There's a split second where panic fills me. What if I'm not what she was expecting? Tattoos and piercings and jagged lines? Enzo and Austin, hell, even Charlie, they're all…respectable. A professor, a baker, and a pro basketball player.

Where the hell does a hacker two steps away from the wrong side of the law fit in?

There's shuffling on the other side, before a devastatingly beautiful voice calls out. "Who is it?"

"Hi, Hannah," I put my face near the door, hoping she can hear me okay, "my name's Noah. I'm…well, I'm Austin's brother."

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