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“Sawyer.” Roman comes and takes my hands in his, squeezing. His gaze is concerned. “Calm down. Man, you’re shaking. Was the meeting so terrible?”
“It was,” I admit, my voice cracking.
“The hell. She told us something about your family pressuring you. But I didn’t think… is this happening against your will?”
I shake my head, unable to speak. Or breathe. My stomach churns unpleasantly. I hope I won’t throw up all over their shoes.
“Do you want this?” Kyrian demands, stepping closer. “Time to fess up, Sawyer. Do you want one of those packs you’ve been visiting? Do you sleep with them, too?”
“No,” I snap, some of my anger returning, “I don’t fucking sleep with them. And I’m not being forced to go and meet them, nobody’s holding a gun to my head, but if I don’t do it… Fuck… Last night’s pack was just…”
And suddenly I’m hauled against Roman in a bear hug. “Fuck, Sawyer. What the hell happened?”
Not only Roman, I realize after a long, breathless moment. Kyrian and Archer have also put their arms around me, and my eyes burn.
“Nothing,” I manage. “Nothing happened. But it was damn close.”
“Who scared you like that?” Kyrian seethes when they finally release me and take a step back. “Tell us the name of the pack. We’re gonna feed them their balls and string them up by their dicks.”
My heart jolts.
“Did you hear that?” Coco stage-whispers way too loud from somewhere behind me, and I almost snort. “I want a man to say that to me!”
“That he’d string someone up by their balls?” June sounds shocked. “Really?”
“You’re ours,” Archer says fiercely, cupping my face, drawing my attention back to him. “Fuck, Sawyer, you’re ours, don’t you feel it?”
“You said… you didn’t come here for me.” And the lump is back in my goddam throat, and I don’t cry in front of people, dammit.
“That came out wrong. I was mad that you went off to meet another pack without telling us,” Roman says. “Not that you owe us the truth.”
“But I should have told you,” I say, stricken. “You’re right.”
“Do you want to be with another pack?” Archer asks.
“No.”
“Then what’s this about?”
“You don’t understand,” I say, miserable. “I’ll lose my café.”
“The hell? Why?”
“My parents loaned me part of the money I needed to start the business. Now they’re holding that debt over my head. They’ll take away the café. They don’t give a shit. In their minds, I shouldn’t have opened it in the first place.”
Archer’s brows go up. “Why not? It’s a great place.”
“I know, right?” I give him a faint smile. “But they think an omega’s place is at home, not in business. They think once I find a pack, I’ll give up on the café and sell it.”
“What the fuck,” Kyrian mutters. “That’s fucking ancient prejudice. Pure bullshit one hundred percent.”
I give him a startled look. Of all people, the last one I expected to defend my freedom of will is Kyrian. We really got off on the wrong foot, I can see that now.
“Sorry, Kyrian,” I say.
“Call me Ky. And what are you sorry for?”
“For yelling at you the first time we met. You know.” I shrug. “For rearranging my books.”
