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Enzo lets out a playful growl. "How about…instead of running in the backyard, I run after my sassy omega instead?"

I let out a little yip as he lunges towards me, and scramble to my feet. My heart racing, I laugh and jump over my other alphas, weaving around furniture as Enzo chases after me, losing it when Noah grumbles about "mature ballsacks swinging in my face".

He snags me when Charlie grabs my ankle, allowing Enzo to catch up and throw me over his shoulder, my head hanging down his back. "Traitor!" I cry, scowling at Charlie, who only laughs at me.

"You shouldn't have changed the rules on us, mags."

"Where are we going?" I laugh, using my hands to palm his naked ass.

What? He says I'm sassy, I'm just trying to live up to his expectations.

He gives my panty-covered ass a little swat, the sting sending a fresh wave of slick to my core.

"I think the sassy omega needs to be taught a little lesson." He growls, then calls over his shoulder, "Are you guys coming?" The scramble of feet from the living room has my stomach dipping in the best way. My other three alphas race each other to the nest, and Enzo chuckles, pressing a kiss to my hip. "How's that for being wanted,reinita?" He chuckles, and my heart swells with the knowledge that despite my past, I'm pretty sure Enzo is right.

Chapter 32

Enzo

Last grade put in, and…done.

Sighing, I sit back in my computer chair, eyeing my laptop with disdain. I never thought I'd miss my days in the Omega Protection Bureau. I wasn't lying to Hannah, Noah, and Austin when I told them I'd seen things that would give them nightmares. But…I mean, at least I didn't have to grade papers and keep myself from falling asleep at my desk.

Last night was…one of the best nights of my life. As a result though, I stayed up too late, working alongside my pack towring orgasm after orgasm from our omega. Even now, my knot throbs, begging for release.

Whose idea was it to hold off on letting her return the favor until she was sure of our intentions?

Right…mine. Fuck me.

My office, thank goodness, is free of students seeking my office hours, and I'm just about ready to head home for the day. That is, until my phone rings.

Brow furrowing as I see who's calling, I answer quickly. "Noah? Is everything okay?"

"Hey, prof," Noah's voice comes through my phone speaker. He sounds fine, if not a little concerned. "I have an update on Lizzie Collins."

My heart stops for a second. I had completely forgotten that I asked Noah to look into her. Part of me wants to tell him to drop it, because, does it really matter? Whatever happened almost twenty years ago was obviously a mistake, and I have my omega now.

But there's something in his voice that tells me he's holding back. Now I need to know what it is.

"Why doesn't that sound like good news?" I ask, shutting my laptop.

"Well, maybe because by all accounts…Lizzie Collins doesn't exist."

My mind goes blank. Lizzie…doesn't exist? "I…I mean, her full name was Elizabeth." I say dumbly. Obviously he would have checked that.

"I've checked Elizabeth, Lizzie with an i-e, Lizzy with a y, and Beth. While she was enrolled at Starbrook City University in the time frame you gave me—which is wild, because I was like...in fifth grade." He snorts, and I roll my eyes. "But…" his voice turns serious again, "other than that, no bank accounts, no placesof residences, nothing to indicate that Lizzie Collins is a real person."

"What does that mean?" I frown, crossing my arms.

"It means…" he sighs. "Maybe Hank was onto something when he accused her of stealing. Maybe he caught her before she did anything, and then she left."

"So…so you think she found a way to make us all think we were her scent matches?" How would that even be possible?

"We've been seeing an uptick in drugs being manufactured. You know how Cady De Lucca took that experimental drug—TruBond—to alter her scent to seem bonded? I've been doing some research and it looks like the drug has some not-so-wholesome origins. It's possible she had access to a beta version of this different drug that altered her scent to nearby alphas to induce a sort of mini-rut."

My stomach turns. How…she…"She put us into a rut?" I choke out.

"If this is what happened, it was a very minor one. Enough to trigger a response of your instincts, and if an omega shows up, claiming you're their mate, I can see how you'd believe it."

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