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“Okay, we’re all here for you. Because this will never work if you aren’t here,” Felix says with absolute conviction.

I turn and find them lined up and looking at me.

Idiot males.

“What are you cooking for me for dinner?”

If they know the game I’m playing, no, they don’t. They have no idea what is about to come down on their heads.

I spin around, letting my hair fly out, knowing I look innocent and all kinds of cute. The pack relaxes, knowing I’m not going to fight them right now. That I will stay here and eat with them.

Good. Step one. Success.

“Hey, Spectre!”

The dog walks towards me and then veers off, spotting the massive leather couch. He climbs onto it and flops down with an exhausted sigh.

“Looks like Spectre’s found your new home.”

Zaire narrows his eyes at me, but I just laugh and rush off to continue exploring. I follow my nose until I end up in Clint’s bedroom. Ooh. Jackpot. I have zero regrets when I dig out a worn T-shirt. I tug off my jumper and pull on the shirt. It falls to my mid-thighs, but now I’m draped in the scent of the alpha.

I really don’t do things halfway.

And I don’t play fair.

Chapter 12

Felix

Ican tell that Khione is walking around Clint’s house and that finding his scent is calming her and making her happy. It’s maddening. His scent is not doing that to me. It feels like a challenge, like it’s trying to force me to my knees, and everything in me is fighting him.

I can’t breathe, it’s smothering, it’s intoxicating. I want to roll in it, strip down, and come on his sheets, mixing our scents until they are perfectly blended.

With my eyes lowered, I bypass the alphas and head for the balcony, getting outside and putting my idiotic urges on notice. I inhale big, deep breaths of clean air and contemplate jumping down and taking off.

No one would miss me.

I almost jump out of my skin when I realise I’m not alone. Zaire is standing behind me, his hands in his pockets, not saying a word but watching me with far too much knowledge.

“Don’t run.”

I shake my head. “Wasn’t.”

“You were, and I’m telling you, if you jump, the chances of you landing are good, but you’ll end up with a permanent injury to those legs. Please don’t hurt yourself.”

“How do you even know?”

“I was a firefighter. Saw enough people jump out of buildings trying to run away for whatever reason. I know that a jump from this height won’t kill you, but it’s going to leave you with a nice injury and rehab.”

He was a firefighter? Why does that change things? Asher never told me that.

“You were a firefighter?”

“Yes, was. As in, I’m not any longer.”

“Why?”

Zaire looks at me, and for once, he’s not looking like he wants to beat me to death, but it’s disconcerting.