“No?”
“No. No stabbing.”
She peers at my face. “Oh, no, you caught feelings. Already? They have really good cock?”
“We do,” Vale says.
“Be gone, you walking dildo.”
“I find that mildly offensive.”
“Until you prove your use, you are simply a mobile dick,” Meg says tartly.
The pack consider her with interest.
“Uh-uh. I’m the bestie. I’m untouchable, I can say whatever I want.”
They look at me. I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry, dildos. Meg is right; she’s got privileges.”
Kota scoffs but winks at me as he walks past to talk to Desi.
“So, you caught feelings?” she whispers to me.
“Didn’t I always have feelings?” I ask.
“Well yes, but you suppressed them and cemented them in concrete booties and then threw them in the deepest lake and became a robot.”
I glare at her.
“It’s okay, I love your robotic ass.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“So many things.” Meg sighs. “So, big cock?”
I hiss out a laugh.
“I’m going to take that as a yes, you are an aching puddle of happy omega.”
“So, what’s the verdict? Are we taking them home for Daddy Sanderson’s approval?”
I think of it and shudder. “I think Dad might still kill them.”
“Would he? What if you told him about-”
“No. I’m not telling him that. What if I’m wrong? I don’t know for certain if they are killers.”
“Are you wrong?” Meg says and glances at the pack. Desi is laughing and getting along with them far too well.
“I don’t know. There were a whole lot of attempts.”
“So, you need to do some sleuthing and discover if they are sexy, serial killer alphas or just plain, boring alphas.” She pauses. “Why not just ask them?”
I stare at her in stunned amazement. “Are you seriously suggesting I walk over to those alphas, who want me to let them bite me, and ask them if, in their spare time, they go out murdering people left, right, and center?”
“Yes, ask them.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
