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“I don’t care. I want you to wear them.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. “Now, will you please go put some pants on? Actually, how about everyone gets dressed, and we can continue this conversation downstairs?”
“We’re not leaving you alone with him.” Mack’s tone leaves no room for argument.
“Fine. Then you wait here with us while Ven gets dressed. Then he can bring Christian downstairs while the rest of you do the same. Is that acceptable to everyone?”
A glance around the room shows the rest of the guys shrugging.
“Fine. I’ll be right back.” I push to my feet, eyes narrowing on Christian. “Don’t move a fucking muscle until I’m back. I don’t trust you.”
He doesn’t say anything, just nods. He never looks away from Luna, and I fucking hate it.
I should’ve just killed him when I had the chance.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Christian
Ifollow Luna and the alpha down the stairs with the other alpha at my back.
My alpha doesn’t like having an unknown alpha at our back, but they don’t trust me, and I can’t blame them.
After all, I came here to kill one of their omegas.
I don’t really understand their dynamic, and I don’t even know their damn names, but I know Luna isn’t wearing any visible bond marks. Without seeing her naked, I know there’s no way to confirm that she’s free of bonds, but I don’t think any of them are bonded.
Luna’s cacao and orchid scent wafts back to me, my cock throbbing in my pants.
She’s intoxicating.
I want to pin her to the wall and bury my cock in her pussy. To bite her neck and claim her as my mate.
We’re not scent matches, that much I know, but I’ve never been affected by someone’s scent like this before.
I’ve already forgotten her face, but I don’t mind.
She told me the basics of our past, and it felt like she was telling the truth. It rang true to me, even if I can’t remember any of it.
It’s like the baser part of me—the part that is all alpha—recognizes her.
On the one hand, I want her words to be true, but if they are, that means Fabian isn’t the friend I believe him to be.
How could he shoot me in cold blood, then take me under his wing and befriend me?
How could he fool me for thirteen years?
I guess my lack of memory would make that easier, wouldn’t it?
The memory loss he caused.
Fuck.
They lead me into the living room, Luna sitting on the couch with her alphas bookending her between them. The beta and omega settle on either side of the alphas as I settle into an armchair.
I know I won’t be welcome near Luna—at least not by her mates.
“So, what now?” I ask.
