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“Try not to sound so excited about it,” Tori teased me.

I sighed. “I’m not good at revenge.”

“I think that’s actually a great quality, Sienna. If you flirt with Ox, there’s a decent chance a fight breaks out. Bauther is only a beta because he respects Madd, not because he’s not dominant enough.”

“He’s way less forceful than Madd or Ronin,” I protested. “Even the way he puts his foot down about things is like… calm.”

“That’s more about personality than power.”

I grimaced.

She wasn’t wrong.

“I’m pulling into the driveway, and Beck’s right behind me. We’ll have to talk later.”

“Alright. Love you!”

“Love you.”

We both hung up, and I dropped my phone on the passenger seat before I started putting my car in park.

Beck pulled up onto the driveway next to me and rolled down his window. When he said something to me, I reluctantly rolled mine down too.

“Park in the garage. There’s plenty of room,” he called out.

“Alright.”

Despite my grimace, I pulled into the opposite side of the garage from his truck. There were three spots, so he was right—there was plenty of room.

Beck came over and opened my door while I was grabbing my bag off the seat.

I stepped outside, and halted when I realized how close I was to him.

My nostrils flared as his scent washed over me.

He sort of smelled like… me.

“He hasn’t washed our scent from his hair,” my wolf said, her voice thick with approval. “Good mate.”

“Good mates would practice proper hygiene,” I grumbled.

She snorted at me.

We both knew how much we liked knowing he hadn’t cleaned us off his hair or skin. It satisfied the territorial streak that we didn’t like but couldn’t escape.

“You should shower before we go,” I said, ducking beneath his arm and leaving him to close my door as I strode toward the house.

He caught up to me in time to grab the door into the garage, holding that open for me too. “I’m not showering while you’re not touching me.”

“You’re going to stink, then,” I tossed back.

“I can think of many worse things than stinking of my mate’s pleasure.”

His words sent goosebumps over my arms.

Damn him.

Did I really want him walking into the bar smelling like my pleasure? Or dropping me off for my date while smelling like that?