Page 138 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Casey is perched on the armrest, his black hair styled so it falls artfully over one gray eye, his black shirt sparkling, his distressed jeans somehow elegant. He’s sprawled there, the sprawl also elegant, because that’s how he is. Elegant and sexy.

And then there’s Ronin, tall and fierce, arms folded over his broad chest, standing behind the couch and towering over them all, spiked hair and cool eyes, sparkling piercings and a T-shirt with a metal band logo, all attitude and sex appeal.

My pack. This is my fucking pack and I’m so fucking proud of them. Jealous of others taking up any of my time with them. Humbled by how lucky I am to have found them.

Zach moves toward them easily, grin in place, and shakes hands with Grey, then Casey, exchanges a nod with Ronin and leans in to kiss Gigi’s cheek.

If he as much as looks at her cleavage and legs, I’m going to kick his ass, my son or not.

But luckily, he just turns to his mother and says, “Come on, Mom. Meet the pack so we can eat. The smell is killing me. My stomach is digesting itself.”

“Alpha metabolism,” Dawn mutters but she smiles as she approaches my pack. “It’s insane.”

“Everything about alphas is insane.” Casey rises from his perch to peck Dawn’s cheek. “Nice to meet you, Dawn.”

“Omegas are also damn fascinating,” Grey says, following suit, then elbowing Casey. “So you’re one to talk.”

“Betas think they’re so normal,” Ronin rumbles, coming around the sofa to greet my ex-wife. “But they go crazy in the bedroom. Right?”

A frozen silence greets his words.

“Ron,” I breathe, hit by the sudden urge to laugh. There is my beta ex, staring at him with wide eyes, and our two beta mates, all giving him looks of equal shock and incredulity. “Fucker…”

“Well, he’s not wrong,” Dawn eventually says, breaking out a grin, and the atmosphere relaxes. “We’re wildcats in the sack.”

“Mom.” Zach is red in the face but he’s laughing. “Remember that your only child is within earshot, okay?”

“You’re old enough,” Dawn dismisses his concerns. “Soon you’ll be giving me grandchildren. I hope you know how that works by now.”

Zach turns away, shoulders shaking.

Grandchildren?

I’m still processing that thought, andouch, I feel way too young for that—when Gigi gets up from the sofa and the tension returns.

The two women eye one another, and my stomach starts to churn. Despite all my reassurances to Gigi, this is the moment where they both decide whether they like or hate each other. The latter could make our life more difficult.

I mean, I sort of get it. Two beta women, both in my life. Dawn gave me Zach. Gigi is my mate, but it’s not even official yet. Both have to feel… kind of threatened, I guess.

Though they shouldn’t.

And I have to make myself stay still and not try to diffuse the tension with a joke or a statement. They each have a place in my life.

“Hi, Dawn,” Gigi says. Her cheeks are a little flushed, making those freckles stand out, and she looks… lickable. Fuckable. Adorable. Dammit I got it bad for her.

“You must be Gigi,” Dawn says, and neither of them is smiling.

Fuck.

They watch one another for long moments. From the corner of my eye, I catch the guys subtly moving forward to flank Gigi. I want to do the same but… See above.

I hope both women are working this out in their heads.

Working out that there is no threat to either of them.

That their roles in my life—in our lives, now—are different.

“I like your son,” Gigi says and I almost laugh. That wasn’t what I expected her to say.

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