“Would you like us to escort you back to your home and help you pack?”
“Nah. I’ll just pack a few bags. Grab my essentials. You don’t mind if I bring some items from my nest, do you?”
“Of course not,” Mason says.
“We can take you shopping, too. Get anything else you might need or want for the nest. Is the color okay?”
“The color is fine.”For now. “But the windows?”
“We’ll have them covered before your heat,” Mason offers.
I notice Desmond remains quiet, but I’ve learned in the short time I’ve been here today he’s a man of few words. It’s kind of endearing, to be honest, but I’m curious how a shy lawyer can get anything done. Don’t lawyers have to speak to a variety of people, including judges? Don’t they have to stand in front of the court and make super impactful speeches in front of the jury?
Obviously, real life lawyers and real-life court is nothing like the shows I’ve seen through the years.
“Would you like to have lunch? Or we can go get some dinner before you head back to your apartment,” Mason says. I don’t miss the way his eyes flit to Desmond behind me and I’m tempted to look back and see if he’s making a face or reacting to whatever either Mason or I have said.
“I think I’ll go get packed. Do you want me to call you when I’m headed back so the guard will let me in again?”
“I’ll make sure you’re allowed in and out whenever you please,” Mason says.
I frown. He said if I join them in this adventure, I’ll be given private security. I can’t help but wonder if that means I’ll still be allowed to come and go as I please, or if I’ll need to not only alert one of them but also be either driven around or shadowed.
The mention of private security makes me picture some muscled bodyguard shadowing my every step, a scene straight out of the romance novels stacked by my bed.
A tremor runs down my spine as my perfume spikes. Mason’s nostrils flare, and I know it’s time to leave before I embarrass myself by begging one of them to ease the ache they’ve stirred.
By the time I reach my car, my pulse is still racing. I came here to sell a heat, not lose my balance to three alphas who make me forget where my boundaries end.
CHAPTER 8
Mason
After Hudson drives away, Des stares after him while Alex wears that infuriating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s done by turning on every damn camera so we’d watch him with Hudson.
He was goading me.
He’d come so close to telling Hudson about my habit of losing myself to my baser needs.
Alphas aren’t built to breed each other, and he knows it. This game is about control, not release.
I stalk forward. Alex backs away, smirking, tempting me to chase. He knows the second he runs, instinct will take over.
He’ll end up with torn clothes and impaled on my cock as I fuck him into the ground. Or the floor. Or wherever the hell I end up catching him.
“Playing with fire, mate,” I growl.
“Ah, but it’s so much fun to get burned.”
The door shuts behind me, but I keep my focus on Alex, damn near mentally willing him to take off at this point. I need to blow off a little steam before Hudson returns.
I still can’t believe Alex nearly fucked it all up. Not that I would ever hurt the small omega. In fact, I’ll have to do everything in my power to keep my natural instincts at bay and treat him like the treasure he is.
And the gift he could become.
“I’m curious, baby. Are you mad because I fooled around with someone else, or jealous I got to taste the omega first?”
“Well, shit,” Des mutters from somewhere behind me.
