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SERAPHINAHis loving gaze held mine still and my throat tightened. For a moment, I didn’t look away, taking in how pretty Shane actually looked and how the word beautiful had dropped from his lips like he meant it or something.He didn’t. He was drunk. I knew. But it felt warm to be called beautiful. I let it last a second moreI slid my leg from underneath his leg and it hit the duvet with a small thud. What the—Rather than say something else or even act mad, he burst into giggles that quickly died on his lips, then he grinned from ear-to-ear like someone had just proposed to him. Shane rolled away, reaching for the nearest red cup. Mine. I cocked my head to the side, my ears stinging from the sound of their wails. My vision swam a little, hazy at its edges.I could hold my alcohol but not more than two cups. I have had four. It wasn’t terrible but I was drunk. We were all and that was the point of movie night. Agnes and Nadia were still cuddled up next to me, stinking up the whole

DAMIEN“What’s going on here?” I asked before I could control my tone.My aggression-infused tone stopped them sharp and Seraphina stepped before me as though trying to shield the boy behind her. Seraphina looked as though she’d been caught with a dick in her mouth which wasn’t a far thought. Her hiding and trying to sneak out the blond-haired kid behind her had something to do with dicks.And I hated the mere thought of it.“Good morning,” she said in a frayed voice, looking as though she was an inch away from burrowing into the ground. “I… uhm…”My jaw ticked as my gaze drifted to the Voss boy behind her. What was his name again?Shawn?Shane. Shane. Yes. That. What a weak name. The kid still looked half asleep, fluttering his gaze down just so he didn’t meet my eyes.Did he touch her? Put his damn hands on her?Jesus. Fuck. He didn’t, right? She wasn’t hooking up with the guy who’d barely lasted two weeks in my pack and the night after we almost…Fuck no. Her top was thin, her

DAMIEN“What did you say?”She stepped in front of me, anger burning in her already glassy eyes. “We didn’t fuck.”I scoffed. “You were sneaking him out.”“Doesn’t mean I fucked him.” Her eyes lit up. “I didn’t touch Shane,” She barked back.I raised a brow. I want to believe her but her words wouldn’t quite settle yet. “You said you were together.”“We were. But not with his fucking cock inside of me.”“Language,” I warned, my jaw tightening.“Or what?” Seraphina snapped, gesturing to the table. “You are going to punish me again? Fuck! There, I said it again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”I balled my fists tightly. This little brat. “Seraphina.”“You know what? Fuck this. You don’t want to believe anything I say anyway so yeah, I fucked Shane. I plan to do it tonight and every night after that. You know why? Because he’s young, doesn’t hurt my fucking feelings, and actually wants to fuck me.”Seraphina walked by me and my hand extended before I could stop myself. I wrapped it around her wrist a

SERAPHINANadia had a gift for making terrible ideas sound reasonable.“It’s just a bar,” she’d said, already pulling clothes out of my wardrobe without permission. “Shane’s friend is turning twenty-five. We go, we drink, we come back. Simple.”Simple. Sure.I went anyway because the alternative was sitting in that house listening to Vivienne exist loudly three rooms away, and after what happened with Damien this morning my skin felt too tight for my body.So here I was.The bar was outside the pack’s border, the most popular bar rumored about which meant nothing to me at the time we walked in. It was loud and warm and smelled like spilled beer and something fried, kind of swallowing you whole without question.Shane held the door for us and we pushed through the crowd toward the back where a group had claimed two tables and a section of the floor. His friend, the birthday boy, was a broad-shouldered guy named Leo with an easy grin and the energy of someone who’d already had four dr

DAMIENThat brat. She walked away.What did I expect? I watched her for exactly three seconds before I crossed the distance, got in front of her, and picked her up off the ground.“Put me down!” The protest came immediately, her legs kicking, hands pushing at my arms. “Damien. Put me down. I swear to god—”I wasn’t ready to listen. I wasn’t about to let her cause me more trouble so I carried her to the car, opened the passenger door, and set her inside with more patience than I felt.She tried to get back out.I closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.By the time I got in, she had her arms folded across her chest and was staring through the windscreen with that specific fury as though she was deciding which words to use first.I preferred none. I pulled out before she could find them.“You cannot just—” she started.“You were about to shift on a public street.”“I told you I had it handled.”“Five men, Seraphina.”“I got three of them.”“You got two and a half.” I kep