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Kai

C aspian’s delicious anger was absolutely pounding through the bond. It was so loud that Sin and I knew exactly where to find him. And it was directly in view of Bitch Central, so they could definitely see Sin and I striding across their mown-as-fuck front lawn. I bet it still got more action than their pussies. Stuck-up twats.

Anyone that sent my alpha into a rage was instantly on my shit list. Anyone who made my alpha go rogue was on a fast track to getting a hairpin through the eye. The only reason I hadn’t stabbed that bitch was because I couldn’t face the consequences.

But, wow, had I come close.

It wasn’t hard to find Cas in the woods. Not just because his anger was like a beacon calling us to him through the thick mesh of trees and flowers. But because we could hear dull thuds and shouts, as well as feel the stinging in our knuckles.

When we left the lawn, I was tempted to turn around and give them the finger, because I knew they were watching us and sneering. But they weren’t worth it. Besides, my alpha needed me.

Caspian was on the edge of the woodland that bordered the Risler estate, only a two-minute brisk walk from Risler Mansion, and close enough to fucking Risler Road that we could hear the cars shooting past on the other side of the trees.

We had taken Caspian’s family name when we first mated for the clout, even though it was disgusting even being related to those people and every single thing they fucking stood for. Cas got upset about how they treated me, but it was nothing compared to what I would do to them if my alphas didn’t have me in a chokehold.

My alphas loved their sisters too fucking much, and I loved my alphas. So I wasn’t going to fuck everything up for them, no matter how tempting it was. Especially now we were boarding the bloody ‘Let's save Camille’ train again.

When we found him, Caspian had his back to us, standing in the shadow of a large oak. Another thump as his fist landed into the bark, and a shock of pain sped up my right arm, cracking in my shoulder.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed as we shot forward. He liked to pretend he only ever got angry over stuff, but his worry tugged at me too.

Cas had thrown off his jacket and was tearing the seams of his pressed cream shirt, sweat running in a line down his back, his long auburn hair breaking free of his man bun and flying around his face. Jaw grit, green and red-flecked eyes hard, he yelled as he threw another punch at the tree.

The pain was a fucking problem. I bet he already had those red sparks at the edge of his vision that told him he could flip into a rogue state. It was seriously tempting to push him, make him explode and then send him after his cuntbag mum. But it would take weeks to settle him again and I wouldn’t be able to get as much work done. And also, you know, him having to deal with the trauma of going rogue and all that shit.

Going feral or rogue totally fractured the mind as our primal instincts took over, and it could sometimes take years of mandated therapy to sort that shit out.

But the Rislers had this magical thing called ‘money’ that meant Cas avoided jail time for nearly killing another alpha who’d cornered me a few years ago.

Cas snarled as he drew back his fist, and I darted forward. Floor-length skirts weren’t the best for running in, but I looked so fucking hot that the risk was always worth it.

I flung my hand straight into the gap between his knuckles and the tree. The second he saw me, his fist swerved, ending in the air next to my ear. Five years ago, I might have been scared. Now it just turned me on.

I liked a bit of violence in my man.

“Kai,” he snapped. “What the fuck have I told you about pulling that shit?”

I shrugged. “Well, how else am I going to tell if you’ve gone rogue or you’re just being a dick?”

His aura stormed as a growl rumbled from him. But I made my point.

I reached for his fist, and he let me pull it down to my eye level so I could inspect it.

“How are you going to finger me tonight if you’ve fucked up your hands?” I tutted at all the splinters sunk into his bloody skin.

Even though Cas had only been out here for ten minutes, he was panting hard enough that he must have been going full Terminator on the tree.

“Maybe you’ll just have to do it yourself,” he said, glowering and sending thrills racing through me. I really loved pouty Cas as well.

“And where’s the fun in that?” I grinned at him, and his shoulders dropped. I was the only one who could calm him down so quickly.

I peeked over Cas’s shoulder at our mate as I picked out the splinters from his knuckles. I got a good kick out of making him wince before I blew on his knuckles to soothe him.

Sin just kept standing there with the usual blank look on his face. He always dressed like a butler, even in the summer. His black suits highlighted his white hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. I wanted to dress my albino mate up in bright vests and tailcoats and show him off to everyone, but he wasn’t interested. I could do so many pretty things with his colour tones, but he liked things as dull as his voice.

If we weren’t bonded and I couldn’t feel every emotion that ran through his heart, I wouldn’t have a clue what he was feeling. But his concern for both Cas and me beat from him, and his fingers twitched by his side as he plucked the black folder from under his arm.

“We’re need to talk about this,” Sin said, holding up the folder. A crack echoed through our bond, Cas's anger reigniting, Sin completely ruining the work I’d put into getting him to chill out.

Cas kept his head bent over me, still wheezing, his hand twitching in my grasp.

“Not now.” He scowled at Sin. Cas was totally right, and I shot Sin a glare as well. My annoyingly practical alpha liked to sort shit out as soon as it popped up, and Sin's serious ass could forget other people actually needed time to decompress. After years of dealing with their parents, he and Cas had built up a stupid level of resistance to people’s bullshit. It was why Sin was a pro at managing a global TV network.

Plus, I was already getting turned on at the way Cas was basically vibrating, so there was no way I was getting anything done until I’d had his cock in me.

Cas’s heart thundered along as he played with the edge of his rogue state while his aura spiked and wrapped me in his love. What kind of omega would I be if I didn’t milk the attention for all it was worth?

But Cas was beautiful when he went rogue. The best sex I’d had was when Cas was completely out of it, and all that was left were his instincts to fuck, protect, and kill. He’d rail me for hours while Sin looked on with concern, disapproval, and a hard cock. Though Caspian never remembered any of it.

So I was a tad more biassed than Sin when it came to Cas losing control.

“Anyway,” I brushed it off, “there’s nothing to discuss. We’re not doing it for us. We’re doing it for her .” It was so difficult to hide the swirling pool of dark emotions that always grabbed me when my alphas got caught up in Camille-mania.

Jealousy was the stock of the fucking stew of rage, pain, loneliness, frustration, and whatever else wanted to get added to the pot. It was like their minds just went blank and they became Camille’s servants or some fucked up thing like that. Just because she was a bit frail and annoyingly pretty.

There were times where I seriously thought I needed to remind them that I was their omega. She was the one Caspian pined over until they both presented and found out they weren’t scent matches, but that didn’t mean she belonged to him like I did. She could have been the replacement Zania recommended if she wasn’t related to Sin. They never wanted to experience the chaos of her going into heat while they were both bonded to Cas.

I lifted the delicate sleeve of my shirt and started dabbing his blood.

Caspian clenched his jaw, anger still spiralling from him even though our blending auras were bringing him back down to earth.

“Stop,” he growled, pulling back his hand, but I wouldn’t let him go. “Isn’t this one of your designer pieces?”

“Yeah,” I said patiently. “But it’s last season’s, and it’s a lesson in what happens when you decide to punch a fucking tree.”

He glared at me again, but I wasn’t backing down. I’d growl just as much as him if I had to. “I designed it, so I get to do what I want with it. It’s your lesson for being an emotional little bitch.”

He snarled at me, but I just stared at him before he finally dropped it. It didn’t mean his anger disappeared, because scowling was one of Cas’s favourite hobbies after fucking and punching things. But there was a shift in the bond as he eased a touch.

I sighed, softening for him as I wiped away more splashes. “And I’d rather that your blood was on my art than giving this stupid place even one bit of yourself. They don’t deserve even that much from you.”

I could only protect my pack so much, but I’d do everything I could to make sure they were safe. Their families were poison, and I could be their cure. But I had promised my alphas I wouldn’t stir things up, which hurt more than I wanted it to.

“We know everyone in that folder, Sin,” I said, meeting his steady gaze. “There isn’t a single one of them that would survive a heat with me. They’re fucking carnivores wrapped in an omega skin, but those pretty whores can’t handle us. As soon as we rip them open, they’ll crumble.”

“Then we can make that part of the agreement.” Sin nodded. “We only have sex with them during their heat.”

A whimper spilled from me before my throat constricted. It was like he’d punched me in the gut.

I shook my head in disbelief and forced my focus back on the mess Cas made of himself.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Cas responded coldly.

There wasn’t a drop of remorse coming from my stoic mate. It was ridiculous that we’d gotten to the point where he was straight-up talking about fucking other omegas in front of me. As if I’d be okay with that kind of bullshit.

“Zania made it pretty clear we don’t get to be the ones making any decisions,” I said. “If your new omega wants me gone, I’m out.” I snorted, playing it cool. I couldn't even look at Sin now that he’d brought up the idea.

They should both be able to feel the pain beating through me at his words.

And the idea of a single other omega even touching my mates had puke rising from my stomach.

I could barely deal with those high-society omegas running their hands over my alphas at parties. There was a reason I wore sharpened chopsticks in my hair and it wasn’t decoration.

Cas twisted his hand so he clutched my fingers instead.

“Not a fucking chance. I’ll kill any omega that tries to push you out.”

“Hm, like the Hiscox pack?” I asked, tilting my head with a sarcastic smile.

He froze, darkness clouding him as he realised what he said.

“No,” he snapped. “Not like Hiscox pack. It was a fucking figure of speech, Kai. Don’t be such a dick.”

“We can’t do this to Camille,” Sin said plainly, stepping in beside us to inspect Cas’s hand. He wasn’t rolling around with anger and frustration like Cas and me, though it bubbled at his edges.

I swallowed my swarm of shitty emotions as I met Sin with a determined voice. “If it’s for Camille,” I echoed like an idiot.

They both knew I was talking out of my ass.

Even if it was to protect Camille from being murdered, there was no way I was agreeing to have another omega join our pack, male or female. I didn’t care how far I had to go. The main reason I met Sin was because of the things I had to do in fashion school to get me on national television. Once you’d sliced someone with a drawing compass, it was easy to do it again.

And I had way more in store for any bitch looking to get their claws in my alphas.