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“You can fight it all you want, snowflake, but we both know you’re not running. Not from us. Not really.” – Seth Caine
Rhea’s POV:
The rest of the ride to the packhouse was filled with the quads discussing some rogue problem they had dealt with at another pack. Apparently, their solution involved Callum literally ripping out the rogue leader’s throat.
My stomach twisted, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to picture the scene.
Jaxon, of course, caught it.
“Scared, sunshine?” His voice was low, teasing, but his gaze was anything but.
I folded my arms across my chest, forcing my voice to stay even. “Let me guess, you’re going to
tell me I shouldn’t be?”
From the passenger seat, Seth twisted around, his grin sharp and almost too pleased with my
discomfort.
“Oh, you should be,” he said, eyes flashing. Just not of us.”
“That’s comforting,” I deadpanned, staring out the window.
Rory’s chuckle came from the side. “Princess, we’re not that bad… unless someone gives us a
reason to be.”
Before I could respond, Callum’s voice cut through the conversation.
“Enough. Change the subject.” His tone was firm, making it clear there was no room for argument.
Jaxon sighed dramatically but leaned back in his seat. “Fine. Let’s talk about something
important.”
I should’ve known better than to let my guard down
“Lila mentioned there’s a dinner party Friday for her and Theo,” Callum said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “What are you planning to wear?”
I blinked. “Wear?”
These fucker better not even think about choosing my dress for me. Our f*****g heads will roll.
“You know, for the event where we introduce you to the pack as our mate,” Rory added, grinning like he was enjoying this way too much.
I shrugged, keeping my tone casual. Even though I wanted to wring the bastard’s neck for this
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because there was no doubt in mind, the asshole was doing it to get a rise from me, “I don’t know.
Something simple.”
“Simple isn’t your style anymore,” Jaxon said, his voice dipping into something darker. “Not when
you’re ours.”
The possessiveness in his tone sent a hot shiver down my spine.
Jaxon’s POV:
“She could wear a garbage bag, and all eyes would be on her. She’d still outshine everyone else,” Rory said, smirking, clearly trying to diffuse the tension.
Seth snickered, but I didn’t.
Because the second the words left Rory’s mouth, my wolf, Blaze, snapped to the surface, clawing against my control. My vision flickered–human one second, wolf–black the next. My fingers flexed against my thigh, itching to grab her, to pull her into me, to make sure there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind about who she belonged to.
‘Mine.‘ Blazed snarled
‘Ours,‘ I corrected myself, but Blaze wasn’t f*****g interested in sharing right now.
“Careful, Rory,” I growled, voice rough, my chest tightening with possessive heat. “You’re still my brother, but you don’t get to say s**t like that.”
Rory arched a brow, unbothered, always the smug bastard. “Relax, Blaze,” he drawled mockingly, rolling my wolf’s name off his tongue like a challenge. “It’s called being supportive.”
I knew what he was doing–poking the beast, seeing how far I’d let him push before I snapped.
I wouldn’t.
Not yet.
Instead, I looked at my sunshine–our mate–and let my gaze slowly drag down her body. She shifted, crossing her legs like she was trying to hide something, but I saw it. Scented it.
That tiny flicker of arousal curled into the air like a *****g invitation. Blaze f*****g preened, growling with approval.
“You like that, sunshine?” I murmured, my voice low rough, tinged with something dark and hungry.
Her breath hitched, and her fingers clenched the hem of her sweater like she wished she could
shrink away.
Cute.
But not happening.
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I leaned in, my hand brushing the soft curve of her thigh, my voice just for her sweet and inviting.
“You want to be praised by me instead, don’t you, sunshine?” I asked, my lips so close to her ear that she shivered. “Needme to tell you how f*****g perfect you’d look in anything? Or nothing at all?”
Her thighs squeezed together.
Blaze f*****g purred.
Her pulse stuttered, her lips parted–and f**k, I wanted to ruin that mouth. But Seth, the asshole, laughed, breaking the spell. “Jaxon, man, I think you broke her.”
I pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark, and her breath uneven–like she couldn’t quite figure out what the **k just happened.
Good.
She needed to get used to this
To us. To me.
Seth’s POV:
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