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Because it wasn’t going to be in me.

I wasn’t going to be responsible for getting three peens off. It all sounded like way too much work. How the fuck was I even supposed to get off myself, if I had to focus on three guys at the same time? I wasn’t built to do three things at the same time.

What if there were already more than three? Four guys? I didn’t even have that many available orifices. Where were they all going to go? Like under me? Over me? Top right and to the side. I didn’t want to have to make a map to delicately arrange where all these fuckers were going to go. I didn’t want to do fucking math, andthinkingwhile having sex.

Nope. No. Not happening.

I had to nip this in the bud. Shut it all down before it was too late.

None of these assholes came here because they wanted me anyway. They shouldn’t be my problem. They wouldn’t be my problem—Titus put me up to this nonsense. He could fucking deal with getting me out of it.

They wanted to be a pack with my gorgeous brother. Fine. They could have that. Because you know who those fuckers were going to have a chance with?

Not this bitch.

Not Chloe.

CHAPTER 7

KAIN

I thoughtI’d prepared for Titus’s strange second interview with his sister, but I don’t think that anything in my life could have fully prepared me for what had gone down on this random Tuesday afternoon in the Institute cafeteria.

Was there anything that could have prepared me to meet with her?

Chloe Stryker.

She was fucking gorgeous.

Yes, my pack mates had agreed that we wanted to get into Titus Stryker’s pack, like many others. Yes, it was in part because of his legacy, and the job prospects that had been lined up…

But to be perfectly honest, there was one little fact thatmighthave factored in a bit more than all of that.

Titus Styker was built like a god.

He was obscenely perfect. It wasn’t exaggerating to say that he put the Vitruvian man to shame. If Titus wanted to get into a lucrative modeling career, he could have a contract tomorrow. Honestly, his face belonged on the bottle of every high end perfume. On cereal boxes. On the packaging for all of my boxers and any other unmentionables.

His divine body was like a renaissance sculpture perfected.

I’d been anything but close to being properly prepared for a meeting with hissister.

She had a beauty that sort of snuck up on you.

Something about those long lashes of hers, and the delicate splatter of freckles across her nose.

While Titus might have had the kind of gorgeous face that was so overtly handsome, it was as if someone walked straight up to you and smacked you upside the head with his sex appeal…

Chloe had a sweetness that was so subtle and sneaky that it managed to slip through your pores without you noticing. Not until she was already swimming in your bloodstream straight into your beating heart. Making it pound all the harder for her.

She had the girl-next-door kind of appeal that managed to sink somewhere deep into my soul… until without even noticing it, somewhere in the course of a three minute conversation, something shifted within me. Until she somehow pierced straight into the center of all of my motivation. All of my plans for my pack. For my life.

Which didn’t even make any fucking sense. I barely knew the girl. She could be a straight up psycho. She could force us all to delete all of our female contacts off our phones (including mothers and cousins) and call us satanic murderers if we didn’t instantly switch to becoming level five vegans. Or she could be like an actual psychopath. I’d heard about them sneaking into packs and causing all sorts of trouble for people.

Before this conversation, I was idly curious if my pack could join up and expand. Were we enough to be a part of the Styrker pack? Honestly, I was mildly annoyed that we would have to jump through a bunch more hoops. That was on topof all the formal meetings and paperwork that the Institute already expected from the alphas.

That was all before I’d caught her scent.

I’d never dared to find my scent match.