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The barking stops, replaced by the sound of excited tail thumps and playful dog sounds echoing through the house.

I wonder who just arrived, but Dominic seems otherwise at ease, so I don’t worry too much about whoever it is. It’s obviously someone he knows.

“You really do have a dog,” I murmur, watching as Dom pulls a shirt on.

I sit up as he secures his belt, the sheets pooling around my hips.

“You’ll love him. The dog, I mean. If you love my brothers I’ll have to kill them, and that would be a shitty start to our day.”

I laugh, because there’s the ghost of a smile on his lips—and even I can tell he doesn’t mean it. Not really. They must be a really close family.

“There are clothes in your size in my closet. Get dressed, then meet me out in the kitchen.” Unfamiliar voices draw near, and I watch as he slips out the bedroom door and closes it behind him.

My gaze drifts to the closet. A quick shower would be heaven, but since this isn’t my home, I head for the space he indicated.

My eyes widen when I find an entire side of the closet dedicated to women’s clothes, and surprisingly, they are all my size. I tend to fluctuate a size up or down, depending on how much food I can secure in a week, but these fit me right now.

Trying not to think too hard about what that means, I grab a pair of black leggings and a clean t-shirt, dressing quickly.

As I step out of the closet, I spot another door, separate from the one Dominic just exited. A bathroom, maybe? I head for it, relieved when I’m right.

I take care of business and wash my hands, then freeze again when I spot a wide-tooth comb and an unopened toothbrush sitting on the counter.

Huh. That’s… a level of prepared I wasn’t expecting.

Still dazed, I brush my teeth and comb my hair, setting everything back in place when I’m done.

Dominic didn’t bring me to his home on a whim. He planned this. From the new clothes in my size hanging in his closet, to the unopened toiletries laid out neatly on the counter, this feels like more than careful planning.

And now, standing barefoot in his bathroom, wearing clothes he bought for me before I ever stepped foot into this house, one question haunts me:

Am I actually safe?

CHAPTER 19

Dominic

Herscentisallover me.

Her arousal still coats my cock as I step into the kitchen where my brothers are gathered, crouched around Hunter, greeting him like he’s the favourite sibling.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Ryker says, grinning. “Where’s your captive?”

My eyes cut to Ghost, who doesn’t even try to hide the smirk tugging at his mouth.

“The three of you are like schoolgirls,” I mutter. “Always fucking gossiping.” My words are sharp, but there’s no real heat behind them.

Ghost’s shit-eating grin pisses me off, which I realize must be because they interrupted me before I had the chance to get inside of Wren.

“When have we ever not been completely involved in each other’s lives?”

Before I can tell him exactly how I feel about that, my bedroom door creaks open, and out walks Wren. Still flushed from her orgasm, looking shy and hesitant; and completely fucking mine.

I make a low rumble of appreciation at the sight of her.

Fuck.

I should’ve dressed her myself, and put her in one of my baggy shirts.