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Frey didn’t trust any alpha to help him now he wasn’t taking heat blockers, and with very few other options available, Ziggy easily made the offer. They’d talked about expectations and Frey wasn’t interested in him sexually, which was fine with Ziggy because he had no interest in Frey in that way. He liked the fox, he really did,but as a friend.

What they were planning on doing was all about a friend helping another. Yes, it came with the use of sex toys, but that wasn’t what it was about. A heat was a hormonal reaction that omegas had little to no control over. Add in a big dose of fear and it wasn’t a good place to be.

Ziggy hadn’t considered mentioning any of this to Silas—although that was a moot point now with him distancing himself from Ziggy—it wasn’t his place to share Frey’s secrets. Ziggy would never betray Frey’s confidence in him. What was between them wasn’t about sex, it never would be. To Ziggy, he wasn’t fucking Frey in any actual sense, so he saw this was no one’s business but his and Frey’s. He considered for a moment if Silas had somehow discovered what he and Frey were up to but discarded the idea. As far as Ziggy knew, Frey hadn’t shared what they were doing and if he did, then that was his choice. Ziggy would have no issue with that. He’d have explained it to Silas, only it was all irrelevant with how he was behaving.

Today he’d made it abundantly clear he was no longer interested in Ziggy, or why else would he have flirted so openly with Jacob? And that was fine, he was free to do whatever he wanted. They owed each other nothing when all they had together was sex.

Why are you lying?

At his snake’s question, he sat forward to grab the wine glass and emptied it as his phone pinged.

He clutched it like a lifeline and read the message, his brows drawing together as he considered how best to allay Frey’s fears about future sex with an alpha. It was so much easier to give that his attention. Why that was, he shoved to the back of his mind and ignored his hissy fitting snake.

Placing the glass back on the table, he opened up a search tab on his phone, chewed his bottom lip, then typed ‘sex clubs in Hazardville’,Hidden Desires never appeared but several others did. His lips spread into a wide grin as he worked his way through the list and read what Sinful offered.Perfect.

This is a bad idea.

Don’t be ridiculous.

He won’t like it.Ziggy didn’t need his snake to elaborate on who the ‘he’ was.

Not his business!

We’ll see!

Ziggy once more shut out his animal half and typed a message to Frey.

I’ve got an idea…

Chapter Thirteen

Silas

He read and re-read the Alphaholes chat, his temples throbbing at what he was seeing. He jabbed at the bridge of his glasses when they slipped down his nose. He didn’t wear them often, choosing contact lenses purely from a vanity point of view, but late at night he always opted for glasses.

Sex club.

Ziggy had gone to a sex club…without him!

It made no odds in his mind, he’d backed off from Ziggy. Shut him out since Booker’s angry outburst. The hurt—betrayal—gave him too much conflict. When he’d calmed down enough to get his brain in working order, he’d become embarrassed at his own lack of control. At how he’d kicked off at Booker when all he’d done was convey what he believed to be the truth.

He’d never lie to Silas. His gut and years of being friends, then brothers, told him it was not something Booker would ever do to him. Only he couldn’t find the words to fix it between them with how confused he was by his own feelings. Subsequently,Booker had given him a wide berth, then had left to go to Drinkwater so they hadn’t talked, which was unlike them. They never went this long without clearing the air. And okay, that was in part because Silas was too chickenshit and terrified of spilling his guts about Ziggy when it was now apparently obvious—after recalling Booker’s comment about Frey—Booker was interested in the little fox. It was the only logical explanation. This meant when Booker calmed down, he’d also be easily able to figure out what—who—Silas’s issue was.

All of that became compounded when it felt like everywhere he looked, his brothers were falling like dominos for their PAs. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but he didn’t want to be thrown in the mix when he didn’t want a relationship. He didn’t have room for that in his life.

Then why are you so mad at Ziggy?

He hated his wolf's snippy attitude and ground his teeth together.Why don’t you just fuck off!

Like I’m gonna do that when you’ve banished my snake.

I’ve banished nothing. And he’s not ours when he’s clearly fucking omegas.

You don’t know that ‘cause you never asked him and he could easily be ours.

Silas’s jaw ached with the desire to rant, shout at the top of his lungs to release his frustration. Rolling off the bed, naked and pissed, he stomped to the bathroom, glasses slipping down his nose to add to the pissedoffness. He hated feeling weak. His eyes made him feel that way.

He couldn’t remember when he’d received the diagnosis of night blindness. It probably wasn’t long after Popi had taken him to the opticians to get his vision checked when he struggled to see certain things that were right in front of him. Which got worse at night. It was a trip down a full flight of stairs and a broken wrist that had brought things to a head.

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