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“It’s pretty comfortable. Or you could take Trigg’s bed, since he’s obviously not using it.”
I roll my eyes but jolt, tossing my arms out to stabilize myself as the door is ripped open behind me.
“Jesus Christ,” Ridge mutters. “You forgot your pants.”
“Yes, I know,” Trigg says, sounding frantic. “That’s not the point. I need assistance.”
“Yeah, I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole,” Ridge says.
I spin around, frowning at how close Trigg is. Close and naked and smelling entirely too strongly of Quincy.
“Her fever hasn’t lessened, and despite my best efforts, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he growls, grabbing my arm.
My eyes widen.
I just had a long day.
I’m not sure I’m mentally prepared to watch Quincy get fucked by someone who isn’t me.
Are you going to leave Quincy’s well-being to that psychopath?
Fuck no.
“Yeah, you two have fun with that. I’m going to let my dog out, drink another beer or three, and call it a night,” Ridge says from behind me as Trigg pulls me toward the nest.
God.
I hope Quincy understands just what I’m willing to endure to stay by her side.
I drop my beer on the dresser in the pack bedroom on the way in and kick out of my shoes by the door to the nest.
It smells heavily of sex, while Quincy’s pouty face says it all. She’s not pleased Trigg left even for the short amount of time he was gone.
She pushes up onto her forearms, and her face lights up when she spots me. “Hart.”
“I’m going to search the cabinets for an omega thermometer,” Trigg says, climbing the steps. “Any ideas on where I might find one?”
“Check the nightstand.” I pull my sweaty T-shirt off over my head and chuck it to the little omega. “If you don’t have any luck there, I would try the bathroom medicine cabinet.”
“That would make sense,” Trigg mutters, shaking his head. He digs through the end table on the right side of the bed before skirting around it to head to the other.
Quincy brings my sweaty shirt to her face, breathing me in as I work on getting out of my belt and jeans.
Trigg must not find what he’s looking for, because he stomps back down the steps and past me.
“You could always ask Ridge if he’s got one,” I say to his back as I kick out of my jeans and lean down to peel my socks off.
“Hartley,” Quincy whines.
My head whips in her direction, and I take off for the stairs.
“I’m here, beautiful.” I hit the edge of the bed and climb on, ignoring how weird it is to have my dick hanging out when Trigg will be back at any time.
All packs are different.
Some alphas have their own rooms, and the omega rotates between them each night. In that case, they might only all sleep together in the nest during heats. Others sleep in one giant puppy pile in a shared pack bedroom. The fact that Ridge’s house is set up with one leads me to believe that’s probably how his family pack did things.
Mine was a little different.
