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She stares at us, a huge smile spreading across her face.
“I’m hardly going to say no.” Her smile falters. “But I thought you wanted to take this slow. How will Lyra –”
“Lyra’s been asking us non-stop when you’re coming over again. She already suggested you come for Christmas.”
Our mate’s eyes sparkle with wetness and her bottom lip trembles.
What the fuck were we thinking? We’ve found her now and we need her here with us. The little thing’s probably been feeling rejected ever since we let her walk away.
She nods her head.
Samson holds her close, whispering in her ear, “You could come for Christmas Eve. I’d really love to wake up with you in our bed on Christmas day.”
“And then you could stay forever,” I add.
9
Astrid
It’s Christmas Eve.
Amanda watches me from the corner of her eye with amusement as we finish wrapping Christmas presents together.
“Why don’t you just call them? You’re clearly dying to?”
“I have called them,” I smile to myself, remembering the phone call late last night with Craig that turned dirty very quickly. “And they’ve called and messaged me.” My smile grows wider as I think of the string of selfies the three alphas have sent me over the last few days, enough to fill an album. The three alphas have been going out of their way to make me feel very wanted.
“Then you’re not playing it cool?”
I snort. “I haven’t rocked up in my birthday suit on their doorstep. That’s about the limit of my restraint.”
Amanda rolls her eyes and jumps off the couch.
“Well, I’m going to change for the pub. Are you sure you’re not going to join us, bestie?”
My plans for Christmas Eve usually involve heading to the pub with Amanda and her boyfriend, drinking far too much fizzy wine before passing out in my bed and waking up with a hangover.
“Not this year.” My smile must look frankly manic on my lips because Amanda rests her hands on her hips.
“Why do I have the feeling you are going to earn yourself a spot on Santa’s naughty list?”
“I think I already have,” I sigh.
“Maybe I might join you there.” Amanda winks and hurries off, returning later to spin in front of me in a very short skirt.
“Ought to do the trick,” I tell her.
“Especially when I tell him I’m not wearing any underwear.”
I leave a half hour after her, dressed in an outfit I hope will prove just as alluring.
Lyra answers the door, dressed in a fluffy pink unicorn onesie.
“Sorry,” I say, “I think I got the wrong house. I’m looking for a little girl, not a unicorn.”
“It’s me, silly.”
“Who?”
