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I didn't even have time to protest before she was pacing toward the kitchen, phone to her ear. "Daddy? Hey... Change of plans… Can I ask you ahugefavour? Christa needs a night in, and I am gonna stick around and cuddle with her. Can you get me all my usuals pretty please?"

They exchange a few more words before she kisses into the phone like a damn loon and hangs up on the man. You know, the big ass, scary biker.

"Fifteen minutes," she told me, her smile smitten as hell.

Sure enough, Scratch arrived fifteen minutes later, holding a huge pizza box, a couple of huge milkshakes, and a paper bag full of goodies. Every time I saw him, he gave me a jolt. Massive—all tall and broad with skin like polished obsidian—yet he still treated Honey like she was made of the finest china.

"Ladies," he greeted, stepping inside without hesitation. "I have the requested goods. The only payment I will require is one kiss from my princess."

Honey jumped up to greet him, waiting for him to put down his haul. When he was done he grabbed her in his arms and at first just placed a soft kiss on top of her head before she pulled away just enough so she could look up at him like a love-sick puppy.

She melted against him, sighing as he claimed her mouth in a deeper, much less chaste kiss.

I looked away quickly, pretending to fuss with the TV remote. But the ache in my chest wasn't just the remnants of panic anymore.

It was the same feeling I got whenever I saw Honey with one of her Alphas.

Longing.

Not forherAlphas, obviously. But I wanted something like that for myself.

After Scratch said his farewells, Honey and I curled up into our makeshift nest, enjoying our greasy pizza, thick shakes, and incredibly unhealthy snacks.

I might still be single, freaking out about the confrontations I had to face tomorrow, but for now, everything was as freaking amazing as I could make it.

As Honey could make it.

I'd worry about tomorrow... tomorrow.

Chapter 6

Annerly

Ididn't even realise the other woman with Honey and Cindy, had vanished until Honey had slammed the door in our faces.

William stood beside me, still staring at the closed door like he could will it open. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him too well not to see the turmoil brewing under the surface.

"Well, she ran from us. Again," He said, more to himself than me. "At least she's consistent."

"She was scared," I replied, my voice lower, calmer. I didn't add what we both knew—that Cindy had every right to be scared.

No. Not Cindy. Christa. That's what Honey called her best friend. That must be the name she'd taken after she ran away from her stepmother.

From us.

Although, after everything she'd been through and how it turned out, Tracy, the wicked witch as William liked to refer to her, had been treating Christa, I don't really blame her for running.

William turned on me then, eyes wild. "After all this time... she's here, just on the other side of the door." He rubs a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, and I rub my hands over his chest, trying to calm his baser, more aggressive Alpha tendencies.

Everything in me aches to help soothe his worries. But I'm no Omega. I'm nothisOmega.

I shake off the feelings of inadequacy and focus on him instead.

With my hand still rubbing soothing circles on my Alpha's chest, he took another deep breath before looking at me. "We need to call the twins."

I blinked.

No.