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Serena hangs her head. Her shame scrapes at my throat before slithering down to curl in my gut, joining my own. “M-my scent has always been s-strong. I’m s-sorry.”
Poor baby.
It isn’t as if she’s done anything wrong. I step between her and my brother, leveling him with a look. “She isn’t doing it on purpose.”
Avery’s jaw ticks. Just before the elevator slides to a stop, he turns and catches Serena’s eye. Something unspoken passes between them, and she grabs at the waistband of his sweats with her free hand.
For some reason, the sight of her touching him suddenly enrages me. I smother another growl, my gaze snapping back to those teeth marks. Saliva wells in my mouth. My cock jerks harder.
Fuck. No!
The first-floor elevator empties into the kitchen, right beside the hallway to the Omega Suite and the stairs leading up to the second floor. The wide space is all black, much like the rest of our home. Aside from the “wall” behind the stove and refrigerator, where a long partition of thin wood slats serves to divide the kitchen space from the huge, sunken living room beyond.
My study is off that main living area, along with the proper foyer and sitting area, the formal dining room, Spencer’s library, Jonah and Avery’s gym, and Myles’s work room.
Our valet hovers just behind the slatted wall, calmly awaiting instruction. If he’s surprised we have a mostly naked omega with us, he doesn’t let on. Then again, calling ahead to tell him to ready the suite was likely an obvious giveaway.
The second Serena sees him, she balks, backing into Avery’s chest. A fearful whimper trembles out of her. Ave wraps an arm around her body and growls low.
But I’m the one who roars, “Myles, get the fuck out.”
My packmates all gape at me, but I don’t see them. I don’t see anything but my unhealed bite, branded into my omega’s throat.
chapter
fifteen
Run, hide.
My body moves before my brain can catch up. I scurry blindly into the first hallway I see, my mind racing.
Will these alphas come in after me? Will they take it as an assumption that they can all bite me? Knot me?
And—OH MY GOD—why does that make my thighs even slicker?
What is wrong with me?
“Serena!”
Tristan’s bark impales me right between my shoulder blades. I stop instantly.
He’s so dominant—one of the strongest alphas I’ve ever met, in terms of the sheer force of his will. But I get the feeling that this?
This is him going easy on me.
Barely daring to breathe, I turn back around, bracing for the pain that usually follows an alpha barking at me. When they see the way I quiver, all four of them fall silent.
Jonah scratches his beard, wincing. “Sorry about that, omega. I promise Tristan doesn’t usually bark at our housekeeper. And we don’t usually fight with each other like this.”
Avery snorts.
“Much,” Jonah amends, shooting him a look. “But we won’t fight at all, now. We just want to talk to you a little. Figure out what you need since you’re going to be living here.”
The rest of his words fade into a buzz while the situation rolls over me.
Living here? Oh my God, but he’s right. I don’t have anywhere else to go, and even if I did…
I can feel echoes of Tristan’s need radiating through my middle. It’s bad enough to have me wishing he knew how to turn off the tap—which means it must really be bad for him.
