I’d rather run for days and keep running until my feet bleed. I’d rather disappear into the tree line and live in a cozy cave somewhere than step a single toe onto this pack’s territory. “The alphas are waiting for you.” He licks his lips, almost bouncing as he glances toward the house. “Get out,” Craig barks, beta-style with zero power but plenty of catty attitude. I like nice things as much as the next girl, but I don’t for a second think of any of this as mine. Underground nests, swimming pools, and gourmet kitchens. The other omegas were always lusting over real estate. Herebeing a freaking three-story mansion complete with whimsical ivy-choked pillars that make me feel a million miles away from my dream cottage in the woods. Turns out, the road is a long-ass driveway. Another gate, another code for me to memorize. We must almost be there, but we stop again. It’s all a blur of trees and big sky until at least an hour later when he turns down a country road and stops to punch in a code. I can’t appreciatethe scenery as Craig drives us out of the city.
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