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Skylar is in good hands with Landon, but I’ll be the one to balance them out when he gets too analytical and stuck-up. When he acts too much like a condescending prick.

She’ll need me because of him.

Omega needs us.

My mouth waters on instinct as I stare at her abused mating gland.

Her eyes are glassy, and her lips are slightly parted as she looks at me with lust in her eyes.

“She needs to eat,” Landon declares. “And she’s being difficult about it.”

My Alpha instincts zero in on the information.

Feed Omega.

Suddenly, nothing matters unless I get food into her.

She needs to eat.

“I’m not hungry,” she whines, her beautiful eyes darting between Vincent and me. “Just come to bed with me.”

Oh, fuck.

My cock aches in my pants, desperate to be inside her.

“No,” Vincent says, his voice low. There’s an undernote of a command in it, and Skylar’s eyes widen. “Eat first,” he instructs her, crossing his arms.

I don’t know how he has so much fucking self-control. It’s like her Heat doesn’t even affect him. Neither of us came earlier, but apparently, I’m the only one whose balls ache.

“But I want?—”

“Omega. Eat.” Vincent doesn’t bother hiding the command anymore.

She breaks away from Landon’s side and joins us in the kitchen. I reach out to stroke her hair, and she leans into my touch before taking the plate Vincent hands her.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I clench my hands into fists, fighting the instinct to shove everything off the kitchen island and just knot her there.

Landon catches my gaze and smirks.

Asshole.

But I watch as she eats at the counter, digging into the stir fry that Vincent and I made for her, and I can’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Her little moans of delight make my cock twitch.

How am I the only one in the kitchen losing control?

“Good girl,” Vincent praises her, and she hums appreciatively.

Keep it together.

I need a distraction. I can’t keep listening to her moan over bites of tofu.

Maybe I’ll eat something, too.

There is a box of macarons near her espresso machine, the sweet scent of vanilla wafting from the container. They’re delicious looking and tempting, just as all of Skylar’s baking is.

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