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Grey walks to the other side of the bed, looking around. “Nice digs.” His voice has dropped lower, too, deepening, not to a growl like the alphas’ but low enough to pull me toward him.

Gigi is sitting on the edge of the bed, face slightly flushed, while Ronin paces the room like a caged lion and Zayne closes the door.

I didn’t even realize when Sawyer said his goodbyes and left. He’s such a good friend. I’ll have to thank him later.

When I’m able to think straight once more.

Now what?I think, but my body knows exactly what it wants. I need my betas first. I need to roll on the bed with them, I need to fuck and be fucked, loosen the twist in my gut.

And then I need to be knotted.

Simple as that.

Because this time I’m with the right pack. They smell right, feel right. I know them. I like them. You know how sometimes you feel something is right, how you feel it in your bones? Like love at first sight, like a lightning strike? Just like that. I mean, I know it can’t be love, as if I’d ever be that lucky but…

But from the way they are looking at me, I wonder if it could…

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GIGI

Here we are, in Zayne’s apartment, inside his room with his insanely big bed and… an omega in heat.

I feel like I’m in heat, too, after all the kissing inside the truck, bathed in their scents of arousal. I can almost taste Casey in the back of my throat, all vanilla sugar and musk.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze bouncing among us. Ronin is pacing, a low growl filling the air. Zayne is still by the door, fists clenched, looking as if he’s about to pounce on Casey and throw him onto the bed. Grey is eyeing us from the other side of the bed, as if he’s been thrown into the cage of the tigers.

And I’m sitting here, aroused, too warm and breathless, and waiting to see what Casey needs, how he wants to proceed. At the same time, I’m fully aware that I’m a beta, and haven’t been officially invited to join in his heat. I meet Grey’s gaze over the bed and he seems to be thinking the same thing. Saving Casey, bringing him back with us was the reason we’re here.

What if it’s time to walk out of here and let the alphas and the omega do their thing?

But Casey is now walking toward me, determination glinting in his eyes. Resolve and heat and a faint smile that has my heart thumping because it’s sweet as well as sexy.

I see Ronin throw an arm around Grey’s shoulders, nuzzling his neck, while Zayne has gone to the window, gazing at us, his eyes nearly black in his face. His muscular arms are folded over his chest and the tent in his pants is impressive.

They watch, probably also waiting to see what Casey wants, what he needs, and it makes me like them even more, the fact they’re fighting the beast inside of them, the instinct to mate with their omega, giving him space to make his own decisions.

And Casey tumbles me back onto the mattress.

I yelp a little as the air is knocked out of me, then laugh breathlessly as he climbs over me, grinning, eyes heavy-lidded, dark hair falling into his gray eyes.

I’m mesmerized. Sweet Jesus, he’s beautiful. And as he settles between my legs, I arch up with a gasp, needing that hard length I feel inside his pants, needing it inside me.

The room beyond Casey sort of vanishes as he trails his mouth over my neck. He’s dry-humping me, I think, and almost giggle, but although he’s cute, he’s also damn sexy. His face is pretty but his jaw is square and masculine, his shoulders wide… his cock large.

And I want him so badly.

“We have unfinished business,” he whispers in my ear and I have flashes of our kisses in the kitchen days back. “Wanna finish it?”

“Please,” I whisper back and his grin widens.

He seems more in control now, keeping instincts on a leash, but I sense a tension in him that hasn’t quite loosened yet. It makes me cradle his face in my hands, gaze into his eyes.

“Did they hurt you, Case? Did they abuse you in any way, did they…?” I struggle with the words. “Did they abuse you sexually?”

“No. You came on time.No,” he puts a finger over my lips, stopping more words and questions from spilling out. “I don’t want to talk about that, not now.”

“But…”

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