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Still a dog-eared book she likely never had the chance to finish, waiting patiently to be thumbed through.
Oscar: I rubbed, but I missed the temples. I used a voice, but it wasn’t soothing. I didn’t make any suspicious scenes. Oscar: Gold star for me.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, inhaling deeply. “Have you always smelled this good?” “Have you always spoken your intrusive thoughts out loud?” Theodore demanded. “Pretty much, yeah,” Moses drawled, squeezing Isobel.
He was holding his tongue for the exact same reason everyone else was holding their tongue. Because the urge to ask her if she was also off limits was too strong.
“To appease the bond?” she asked, just to be clear. Elijah cut her a flat look. “No.” “No?” She froze, the word almost getting stuck in her throat. “Because you want to be fucked, Isobel.” Those words delivered in Elijah’s calm, almost cutting tone, were doing strange and confusing things to her insides. “That’s why you would fuck someone.”
“I wouldn’t marry you anyway,” she snarled at him. “But you’d fuck me,” he snapped right back, rising from his chair. “Just as long as it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Elijah: A very literal one. You hide somewhere, and whoever finds you first wins. Isobel: Last year nobody wanted a bond and now it’s a prize? Elijah: If you had made it a competition earlier, it would have been a prize earlier.
“No.” Moses sighed, some of the fight draining out of him. “Elijah did. He noticed her before any of us. He’s just smart enough not to mention it. And Oscar saved her first. And I kissed her first. And Kilian was her gay best friend first. You made her come first but Cian’s cock was in her mouth first. And Niko has taught her to stand up for herself, to fight back, and to carve out a safe space for herself between all of us before any of us could even think about the need for it. You really want me to go on? Because I can. You never had her, you never owned her. You never will.”
“Don’t mistake me,” Kalen snarled, his tone dripping with ice. “You aren’t looking at a gentleman. If you attack one of my Alphas or my Sigma, I will strike back. I’ll crush you like a fucking bug, wipe the blood off on my resignation letter, and walk away without a single fucking regret, are we clear?”
“I want more.” He spoke calmly. “I want you.” And then, before she could even respond, he added, “I just need to know if you feel what I feel because if you don’t, this is going to go in a different direction.”
“If you don’t feel this”—he captured her hand, pressing it over the erratic beat of his heart, the only part of him betraying his calm exterior—“I’m taking you back to Dorm A and giving this opportunity to someone else. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we bond, but some people say they feel each other’s feelings and hear each other’s thoughts and if I have to feel that your heart doesn’t speed up for me the way mine does for you, I don’t think I’ll handle it well.”
He reached out immediately, touching the soft spot behind her ear, his eyes darkening. “Here. When we’re fighting, I love it when you tie up your hair and I can see your neck. Your smell is so strong right here.” His thumb brushed back and forth over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
His smile was slow and sad. “No. It would have been the end of tonight. I was going to change your mind, but I wasn’t going to put you on the spot and do it tonight, not with this hanging over you. I was going to let you bond with someone else and then make sure you felt it. And then I was going to demand you bond me too.” His grip slid down her neck, his body looming closer, his thumb tilting up her chin. “I can be very very—” His lips brushed hers, both of them inhaling deeply. “—very stubborn, Illy.”
For several minutes, they all just stared at each other, drinking each other in and coming to terms with the change they had rushed into to save her. They were bonded. All of them.
“She can no longer use her power on you, on us, or on anyone.” Kalen’s voice lowered to a growl. “For taking your hair, we took her eyes.”
Without warning, Gabriel had pulled the hem of her shirt over her head, but he didn’t free her arms. He tugged the shirt behind her and down to her wrists and then looped it around to tighten it, pulling her wrists together behind her back. Isobel stumbled, but Gabriel stepped into her body again, his hard torso radiating heat and tension.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his grip around her neck tightening. “Nobody hurts what’s mine, not even you.”
“I never get tired of seeing all the beautiful ways you can arrange your body,” he said, fingers flexing. “But forgive me if I can’t watch that again. Not with a crowd.”
Her sigh was contented. “You can live inside me if you like.” Someone slapped her right on the breast. “We’re still here, doll.”
“Are you even my real father?” she demanded. “Or was my mother’s true mate my father? I don’t see how I could possibly come from you. There’s something putrid inside you, just rotting you away. I don’t understand how that can give birth to life.”
He stared at her for a long time, before finally looking down at the floor. “Who are you?” he asked, unable to meet her eyes. “Three years ago, I dropped off a scared little girl, but I don’t see her anymore. I don’t know who you are.”

