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Originally, I had planned our first date together differently. Obviously I’d wanted to assess her myself—this little omega who had captivated my twins. She might have proven herself academically… obviously there was enough attraction to entice the twins. But I had never even seen the girl.

Yes, biologically or mythically, or however you were meant to call it… I’d always assumed that we would end up with our scent match. How could any other omega compare? But now that her identity had been revealed, doubts started trickling in.

The choice of our omega was the most important one that my pack would ever make. Even if our scent match was the omega we would be most compatible with… what if she was just a bitch? What if our personalities clashed?

I’d never met the girl, for all I knew she was convinced that the earth was flat and that our entire house should be repainted in neon pink and sparkly shit. What if she was the type of girl that crossed all of our boundaries and played the victim, while pitting my pack-mates against one another to win her affection?

This was our happiness at stake.

There was literally no other choice our pack would make that was as important as the omega we chose to bond. We didn’t have to end up with our scent match. If it turned out that being with her would harm us, then the twins and I would have to have a serious talk.

It was a shame that I’d waited to meet her until after the twins had already gotten attached. I had to decide for myself if she was a good fit for the pack.

But Chloe Stryker was a fucking siren. Tall and lithe. With fine and delicate features and luscious curves.

Then there was her scent. Her decadent smell had burrowed itself into my mind, replacing my thoughts with sugary insanity.

She smelled so fucking amazing—like being plunged heart first into a crème brûlée. Chloe was so sweet and ripe. Honeyed and innocent.

My instincts took over, overpowering me with the need topossessher.

I couldn’t think, I could barely even breathe until I had Chloe spread out and panting beneath me.

She was the fairest petal on a dainty flower and I had topluck her up. Take her for myself before anyone else could take her from me. From the three of us.

So maybe I fucked up. I’d wanted her too badly. The moment I saw Chloe, all that I knew was that I had to have her.

I had never felt this way before. Even with the twins, I’d spent time… albeit not much time… determining their habits and personality before I claimed them as my pack.

Now she was naked and knotted beneath me. Panting and catching her breath, making those perky tits jiggle. Her breasts were a nice handful, with perfect buds of rosy pink nipples.

Her soft thighs were wrapped around me, like warm silk.

Every inch of her body was perfection, and I could happily spend every moment of the rest of my days right here—lost in smooth skin and the give of her tender flesh.

Watching her half lidded eyes look up at me in pure exhaustion had me coming again. Another jet of my cum flooded into her. Locked deep inside of her with my knot, so that not even a drop of my essence could escape.

Well, fuck it.

I wasn’t quite sure what kind of omega Chloe was. I might not know what she was like. There was only one thing that was clear.

Whoever she was, Chloe was mine.

CHAPTER 28

CHLOE

Alright.So Brutus had just gone and blown out my back, rutting into me like there was no tomorrow… and now, we were going to put our clothes on and go out on a date like nothing had happened?

Well, okay.

A date actually sounded pretty nice right now.

Brutus was proving himself to be the perfect gentleman, now that I’d met him properly and we’d exchanged bodily fluids. When we got into his car, he opened the door for me and everything.

He had a much nicer car than the one that the twins shared. The interior seats were leather, and Brutus showed me the buttons I could press if I wanted to turn on a seat warmer or cooler.

The ride was fairly short, just long enough to figure out which button controlled what, and to enjoy how the seat did some fancy shit that made my ass icy cold. Then Brutus stopped.