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He sneers at me, cutting a quick glance back at Remi. “That’s a hot little piece, Mathers. Delicious. She was about to let me take a bite.”
Maybe facial reconstruction is too good for this guy. Maybe he just needs to… I don’t know. Die.
Remi’s voice sounds panicked. “Damon, I swear, I?—”
“I know, baby,” I tell her. My Alpha unleashes a wave of dominance unlike any I’ve ever manifested. The reporter bares his teeth, but it immediately calms my omega. She steps up behind me, her hand landing on my shoulder as the muscles under my button-down tick.
“D,” she whispers, “I just want to go home.”
Fuck. It’s the first time she’s ever called our house her home. And that has to be more important than breaking this asshole’s face. Because she’s more important.
With one last shove, I release the smaller alpha and nod toward the tunnel. “If I were you, I’d get out of here. Because if Cassian King gets out of the showers and scents our omega on you, you’re dead.”
This guy may be slimy, but he isn’t stupid. And whatever he sees on my face seems to convince him I’m not exaggerating even a little bit. No one wants to see what Cassian would do if he finally snapped. Not even me.
He stomps off, muttering and brushing at his suit like I’ve wrinkled it. My hackles don’t lower until he’s out of sight and Remi’s honey-cake warmth goes from burned to slightly over-baked.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, murmuring into my back, hiding her face. “I probably should have waited for you guys in the box, but I was excited to see you.”
I spin and open my arms, lifting her for a deep, claiming kiss. “You never apologize for that,” I say against her mouth. “Never, sweetness. Promise me.”
She melts into my embrace, resting her forehead on mine. “I promise.”
Her thin brows spring up, excitement gilding the gold in her eyes. “Do you still want your treat?”
I choke out a laugh. “Here?!”
She nods, utterly serious, and starts to struggle out of my arms. For a moment, I’m confused and a little bit worried. I mean, if my girl wants me, I don’t ever want to say no, but I’m not sure if my Alpha can handle having her perfume here—knowing strangers like that reporter are hanging around. Not to mention the rest of my younger, unbonded teammates.
My apprehension fades as she turns and bends to pick up a small plastic container with a mint-green handle. It’s just about the size of my palm, perfectly portioned to contain exactly one cupcake.
Glowing with pride, she presents the treat to me. “It’s your favorite,” she tells me. “Chocolate with cream cheese frosting.”
And I swear to God—somehow, this single cupcake is even better than a blowjob.
Because it’s her. This is how she shows she cares about people. She made this for me.
Her smile is everything. I feel it reverberate through my chest, down into my soul. Knowing, in that moment, that I have fallen so impossibly in love with her.
“It’s perfect, pretty girl,” I murmur, taking my treat and offering her my free hand. “Let’s go home.”
chapter
thirty-seven
This has been a long time coming.
Honestly, when Smith finds me sitting at the kitchen island in the middle of the night, waiting for him to walk in, I’m shocked he seems even marginally surprised.
Of fucking course I’m here to call his ass out.
Who does he think he is? As if we didn’t sleep in the same house growing up. As if we didn’t claw our way up from the gutter to build this one together.
The back door falls shut behind him. His brows arch. “Cass. What are you doing down here?”
I crack my knuckles, staring at him over the spotless expanse of the kitchen island. This place really is immaculate. Remi must be working herself to the fucking bone. The thought puts a growl into my voice as I pin him with a glare.
“Waiting.”
