Pack Darling Part Two

by Lola Rock

Orion tugs me into his lap to whisper. “He’s making you homemade fries.” Fucking shit. Just mate me now.

“Are you…okay?” Because I’m fucking not. Which of them left him on his own, so drunk off his ass he’s smiling?

When he tips it upside down, a wireless hair clipper thunks to the carpet, followed by stacks and stacks of what my brain thinks are rats. Wait. Not rats. Bundles of hair bound in rubber bands.

I want to reject on the principle that whatever’s inside is guaranteed to be batshit, but the box isn’t ticking, smoking, or bleeding.

This is when I tell him no. I’m not adopting a puppy.

“You own me. Tell me who to kill. What you need. I’m yours, Lilac.”

Hypnotized, I hold out a second spoonful. But Finn shoulder-checks him, snapping the bite like a hyena.

“Star. Aren’t I your favorite?” “Don’t have a favorite.” “Then where’s my collar?” Finn takes my hand, fingering my new leather bracelet.

“Redfangs kidnapped Noelle Patrick.” My head rockets off Atlas’s chest. But… That’s not 911. That’s a reason to pop champagne.

Gosh to know the truth I’m stress sweating right now.

“At. Bro. You’re the leader, right?” Hunter clasps his hands in prayer. “You can—” “I’m just a gummy bear.” He pats Hunter’s shoulder. “Have fun at the office.”

“I’m omega.” Orion grabs a blanket and snuggles down next to me. “Omegas don’t go to the office. Too chaotic.”

“Wanted them to see.” He licks his lips, eyes boiling with shadows just for me. “Wanted them to know what happens when you touch her.” “He brought me their ponytails,” I say on a happy sigh. Who needs flowers and chocolates? I like revenge.

“Your nails are wet.” JJ picks up my foot to breathe cold air onto my toes. I shiver at the chill. Hell knows where they got polish, but they made me sit so they could paint me in their colors.

He’s mine, my sunshine, and if Nathan needs reminding, I’ll remind him with my knives the next time he “accidentally” bumps into me.

Found him passed out cold and bloody next to a lump of meat that was probably Nathan. Won’t know ’til we check dental records.

Noelle needs to be bald. I’m telling JJ.

He knows he’s already won. And, yeah. He’ll beat me every time. That’s why I cheat.

If we can’t save Lilah, we’ll end it for each other.

Star opens her eyes. My heart bumps—fucking golden retriever tail thumps. Lilah took my air. Next up? Get her home. Nest her hard. Give her my bite, my knot, my leash, my soul.

Holy shit. I’m a soft little princess. And I drowned a drug lord, but who ever earned a crown without some blood?

I sit up, wanting to move my hair out of my face, but instead of tangles it’s all smoothly combed. And instead of empty fingers, I have a phone attached to me with hair ties.

When the Wyverns are bad, they’re the worst, but when they’re good… Holy fuck are they good.

“Just like that,” Orion purrs. “See how his toes are kneading the carpet? He loves it.” Atlas groans. “Been telling you I like it for a fucking hour. O—” “Shhhhhh.” Orion pats Atlas’s bare, vibrating thigh. “Don’t interrupt my lesson.” I giggle around the tip of Atlas’s swollen cock. Orion’s been giving me blowjob classes. True confession? I’m a blowjob genius—naturally talented, and a quick learner with five mates who line up to let me practice. But we’ve been milking this shtick—and Atlas—for weeks.

When we reach Hunter’s Jeep, idling by the curb, I realize why he didn’t join us. He’s handcuffed to the steering wheel. “Finn.” Hunter’s nostrils flare.