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I shudder at his touch. A traumatizing memory resurfaces. But I feel stronger and in control around my friends.

“You can’t just show up here like we’re still a couple,” I grit out.

He sniffs my neck. “You smell like another alpha. Tell the fucker to get lost. We’re going to work things out.”

I open my mouth, but my words are cut off.

“Hello, my name’s Carson. And you are?” he asks Jenny.

She politely introduces herself. He turns to his right.

“Good to see you, Tara, Genevieve.”

“Sasha is done with you, Carson,” Evie spits.

“You’re not wanted here,” Gavin snarls.

Oh, shit.

Chapter Thirteen

SASHA

“Fucking leave now.” He places the plastic cups filled with liquor and beer on the white table.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve met.” Carson flashes his white teeth, pouring on his Charleston southern charm.

I hate to admit it — that’s partly what attracted me to him.

“I’m Sheriff Drake. And you’re sitting next to my omega.”

I shrug Carson’s arm off my shoulders. “You know why we broke up. I became so busy with the gallery, I didn’t have time to stroke your ego every two seconds. So you slept with Carla.”

“That’s not what happened, Sasha. You only cared about the business. I became an afterthought.”

“An omega like Sasha deserves to be cherished. She doesn’t need to worry if her alpha is going to be there for her when she needs him.” Gavin stalks over.

“She doesn’t have to wonder if I’m a secure alpha. She already knows I am.”

I stand to my feet, whining as I place my hands on his broad chest. Carson stands behind me. I’m caught in the middle of two alphas.

Would Gavin shift and tear Carson to shreds? My heart is beating against my chest at a rapid pace.

“That’s pretty dirty of you to move in on another alpha’s omega,” Carson snaps.

Gavin’s big hand pulls me against his muscled frame. He purrs to calm me down. “It’s all right, little omega. You’re safe.” Gold rings appear around his pupils.

Tyson and Jax snarl. Shit, they’re wolves too.

My arm curls around Gavin’s waist and I look up at Carson. “I’ve moved on. Go back to Charleston.”

I’m being polite telling him to leave. Because if he doesn’t get out of here, I won’t be able to save him.

“You can leave my town on your own, or I’ll have you escorted out,” Gavin growls.

“We’ll talk soon, Sasha,” Carson says before walking away.

Jenny exhales, ”That was intense.”