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Murmurs sound from the TV and my employees, but I can’t look away.

He’s so handsome.

With pieces of his dark hair falling over his forehead.

That body.

Those eyes.

His smirk drops. “I was also at The Campsite.”

More murmurs.

“And although I regret the loss of life, I will not regret protecting the children. And I will not hesitate to call on my alliance with the vampire bros.” He lifts both arms and slaps the Vadas brothers on their backs. They don’t so much as shift, and their expressions stay blank. “I will do more in-depth interviews in the future. But for now, do not attempt to contact me at home or corner me on the street. Do not attempt to identify my pack. You will get your information as we give it. Pushing boundaries is the wrong tactic with wolves.”

“How do we know you are who you say you are?” a reporter asks.

Orion’s smirk is bigger this time.

And, gods… My core clenches.

A vision of me on my back, him over me, smirking down as he⁠—

“If you won’t take my word for it.” Orion pulls. His. Shirt. Off. “Then I’ll show you.”

Lust dances down my spine as he…

His jeans…

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his green boxers.

Oh gods. Yes.

“Kidding.” He pulls his thumbs free.

My throat tightens, and I think I might cry.

“I’ll let this pair go.”

Orion rolls his shoulders back. And I watch every muscle in his stomach shift with the movement.

I want to lick those muscles.

Jealousy, sour and thick, fills my stomach.

So many women are seeing him right now.

Like this.

The urge to cry returns tenfold.

He’s mine.

Without another word.

Without a warning.

Orion takes two quick steps, then he jumps off the top of the stairs. Toward the camera.