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“This is my friend. Nigel.” Okay. Well. That’s… fucking adorable. Am I just supposed to go on with my life? Like knowing there’s a squirrel named Nigel wandering our grounds hasn’t made my entire year?
There’s only her. And me. Until suddenly, in the space of half an instant, there’s us.
I’m a fucking numpty.
“So good,” the alpha groans, his head falling back. “You gonna fuck me, love? Take this alpha cock?”
“If you’re the same girl I knew,” I murmur, “then you are the one I’ve loved and missed every damn day since I made the mistake of letting you go. And that makes you my queen.”
She sighs more deeply, nuzzling my forehead as she leans into my body like a good fucking girl. The best girl.
My Alpha snaps back to the surface, flattening my logic under his feral need to be with the omega who spent thirty-six hours crying for him. Needing him. God, he loves that part. No one’s ever needed us before.
“You are perfect. Gorgeous and so fucking sweet. I’ll always get you off, no matter how much it tortures me. You can have it anytime you want, and I’ll fucking crawl for the privilege of being the one to take care of you.”
God, I’m so fucking proud.
Our omega better be careful, or she’ll end up wearing tattooed hand necklaces every night.
“Your heart is a thing of beauty, Ivy. If that means we have a queen who talks to ducks, we’ll all be better for it.”
“Good fucking girl, telling us what you need.”