Brielle
Good Goddess, these males were insane. First, they insisted I’m an omega—impossible, hello—and then they wanted to just hand me over to the ODL to be killed?!
I heard Shay gasp and Leigh shout, “No!” as Kane moved beneath me. One moment, I was perched on his lap, curled into his chest like he was my personal damn pillow, and the next, I was landing gracelessly on the bed, as he blurred across the room to tackle Gael into my roomie’s bedframe. The furniture didn’t stand a chance, splintered wood flying as they crashed into it, scuffling. Whether it was seconds or years, I couldn’t tell you, but my heart lodged itself so firmly in my throat I was going to be tasting aorta for a month as they fought and thrashed, impervious to the rubble beneath them.
When they stilled, Kane was on
