“Hmm,” Mr. Burbank murmurs.
Mr. Barclay peers down at me with a haughty glance, his short brown hair slicked neatly across his forehead.
“When you five were little and the boys trailed after you, I dismissed it as childish play. But I grew uneasy when my son kept pursuing you through high school. Now, as leader of the Wolves, he and his pack must choose a mate from within their own world.”
His words hit me like a slap, igniting a fierce fire in my gut that makes my scent sharp with acidic apples.
A deep frown knots my brow. I press my hands firmly onto the stool before me. “I was raised in a good home, in an upper-class neighborhood. We aren’t wealthy, but my parents have always ensured I lack nothing. I don’t need any of your sons for wealth or influence.”
A dry chuckle vibrates from Mr. Montclair’s throat. “Don’t be so naive, Harper. This town thrives on affluence and power.”
“Archer, Dustin, Sawyer, and Thatcher want me in their lives. We’re-”
“Done here,” Dustin yells cutting off my words as he walks toward me. He pulls me against his chest. His muscled arm solid pinning me against him.
“She’s ours,” he growls possessively.
He drops a tender kiss to my forehead, calming me.
“Dad, you popped up without calling,” Archer says as he enters.
“Didn’t know I needed to call to enter the legacy house.”
“While our omega is here. You are to call first,” Archer bites out.
“So the awakened omega has you four wrapped around her finger.” Mr. Burbank tsks.
“Watch it, Dad,” Sawyer growls getting in his face.
“Sawyer, don’t.” I attempt to lunge for him, but the protective alpha won’t release me.
One thing I know about secret societies they do whatever they want. Not sure what the leaders will do to control their sons and protect their legacy.
“You can’t control our pack,” Sawyer grits out. “I know Archer has made that quite clear.”
“Dad, leave. You’re not welcome here,” Thatcher snaps.
His father squares up to him, their faces inches apart, locked in silent challenge. “You will not mate with her.”
Thatcher shoves his hands hard against his father’s chest. “Yes, the fuck I will.”
A low, possessive growl vibrates deep in all of my alphas’ chests.
“I’ve been hollow for nearly four years. I won’t survive another day without my omega. If that means abandoning my legacy, so be it. She is my sanity,” Dustin bites out.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I blink them back—the tension here could shatter everything. My alphas will give it all away for me.
“I won’t let you do that, Dustin.”
He palms my face and looks into my eyes. “I love you, baby. Nothing will change that.”
His gaze shifts to his father. “You all used desperate Sarah to put a wedge between us. You thought we’d move on and search for a mate. I don’t care how many times any of us said we were looking. There was no way I could look for another omega. There’s only one and she’s trying to give me a second chance. I will prove to her for the rest of my days that she’s all that matters to me. And no one will come between our pack again.”
“Listen, son, your judgment’s clouded. She just got back, and all those old feelings are stirring up again. She’s no good for you, son. You deserve a woman who’ll turn heads in the right circles.”
In an instant, Dustin lunges at his father. I chase after him. Archer pulls me back.
Dustin locks his hands tightly around his father’s neck. “Fuck you and fuck the wolves.”
