"Are you mad?" Hugh Gamesby all but shouted, bursting into the tent. "I would've assumed you'd be relieved, Gamesby." My lips twitched at the alpha's dry tone, and I turned my head into the prickly, hay-scented pillow on the cot. A throat cleared, and Hugh Gamesby changed his track. "I mean, my gods, man, of course I'm delighted you haven't stolen the finest omega this island has seen in over a century right out from under me, but…" But why? Hugh wanted to ask. "I ought to claim goodwill on my part, but in truth, I picked the woman I was most interested in." I stiffened at the words, my head
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