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“Not to be greedy, but can we do that again?” he rasps, his voice hoarse from trying to be quiet. I learned that you can still scream without noise, and it’ll strain your vocal cords.

“I’m spending the night,” I decide, carefully pulling out of his ass. I brought a plug as well and I pull it out of my pocket. “Take a breath, we need to keep all of my mess inside of you.”

“We do? Ah,” he whines as I push it into his overflowing hole.

“This is a reminder that you’re mine,” I rumble, smirking as I push it all the way in.

Hurriedly putting my dick away, I help him stand and dress.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” he says in a daze.

“Then I consider this date a success,” I tease him.

It takes some time before Camden can walk, but as we walk back to the dorm with my arm around his shoulders, our smiles can’t be hidden. We’re both rumpled and look freshly fucked, but I don’t fucking care what the world thinks.

This little omega is mine, and one day I’ll be able to shout it from the rooftop.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

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Me:

How's our little beta doing?”

I text Lee as I walk down the path towards the gym.

Ever since Cam got attacked at Frenzy, I’ve been going out of my fucking mind with worry. Anytime I think about that sick bastard’s hands on my fucking beta, I want to bring him back to life, just so I can murder his ass all over again. This time I’d take it nice and slow, savoring every second of his demise.

Since that night, something inside me has snapped. I’ve gone from wanting to be the reason for his downfall, to wanting to slit anyone's throat who dares look at him the wrong way.

He’s not who we thought he was, that much we know for sure. And with just that knowledge, everything has changed.

He’s ours now, whether he likes it or not. Having to keep the need to tie him to my bed and fuck him until he’s a blubbering mess has been nothing less than torturous.

But Henley said we needed to go a little slower. We did go from hating him to craving him overnight. He seems to think it may feel like whiplash to tell Camden that we’re all in.

I don’t see how it’s an issue. We’re not the go slow kind of people. Slow annoys me. No one has fucking time for that.

Lee:

He’s doing good. We’re just hanging out at the house.

My brows furrow. Without me? Fucking rude.

Me:

And you couldn’t wait until I was home?

Lee:

To do what? Lol. Hang out? Awwee, does my Alpha feel left out? Want me to come hold your hand while you work out?

A growl rattles in my chest. Little fucking shit.

Me:

You can come hold my cock, maybe choke on it while I fuck your throat.