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I hold her while we come down, her skin flushed and dewy against mine, her fingers curling lazily in my hair. She doesn’t let go—not even a little.

Eventually, I lift my head and look down at her.

“Still want more?” I ask, voice low.

Her mouth curves as she blinks up at me.

“Fromyou?” she murmurs, brushing her fingers along my jaw. “Always.”

And fuck me—

This omega is going toruinme.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Finn

Some people cope with stress by yelling. Some punch walls. Some—like Rory—glare at dish soap like it owes them money.

Me?

I make picnic sandwiches.

Because things are… alotright now.

Jax claimed her. Bit her. Knotted her. Bonded her.

No one’s said it out loud yet, but we all felt it. Something shifted, and the scent in the house is different now; sharper, more charged.

For what it’s worth, Jax has seemed… almostcalmersince it happened. Not withdrawn—justsettled, like something inside him finally clicked into place.

I’m happy for him. Jax and I have been through hell and then some, and he deserves to be happy, he deserves to have this.

And Frankie? Shechosehim. She didn’t flinch, didn’t question it—she crawled into his bed and came out smiling the next morning.

But… that doesn’t mean the rest of us are calm. Theo’s been vibrating with leftover pheromones and revenge fantasies for a week, Rory’s snapped two forks in half just loading the dishwasher, and I reorganized the spice rack by emotional relevance at 1 a.m. on Tuesday.

The thing is: it’s not justusright now—it’severything.

Frankie’s still getting hate online. Every post, every upload—most of the feedback is positive, but there are still comments like—

“Must be nice, living rent-free with four Alphas.”

“Wonder how many of them she had to fuck to get the job.”

“This club used to be about sport, not smut.”

She doesn’t say much about it, but I see how fast she scrolls through the comment sections, and I also see the tension in her jaw when she thinks no one’s looking.

And then there was the article. The one that hinted—not even subtly—that she’d slept her way into a jobno one elseevenappliedfor. It made out that she’s just an omega in a house full of alphas, as if that discredits her qualifications and experience—as if she hasn’t tripled our engagement and somehow gotten Theo to stop posting shirtless mirror selfies with motivational captions.

(Okay, she didn’t stop him, necessarily, but now they’re branded content. There’s a caption strategy—that’s progress.)

Thankfully, the heat from the article is starting to cool down, but ifthatwasn’t enough, there’s alsoDenton Vale.

The match is next weekend, and tensions are running high. They’re undefeated so far, just like us, but they’re arrogant as hell. Their captain is a smug, privately educated, aggressively scented prick who’s been gunning for a spot on the regional team for years, and who’s father is out for Theo’s dad’s position.

We’re also ninety-nine percent surehe’sbehind that article, one way or another.

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