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“What?”

“My Heat is supposed to come soon.”

Skylar sighs dramatically. “Looks like we’re making a trip to the pharmacy for some emergency suppressants. When did your luck become so shitty?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Probably around the time I was kidnapped.”

“I hate when that happens.”

“Me, too.”

I’m glad we’re at a place where we can both joke about it. It’s still awful, and the PTSD is prevalent in both of us, but dark humor gets us through it.

“Honestly?” Skylar says, nudging me. “I’m glad you’re going to the wedding. You get to tell them to fuck off or fuck them. I’m not sure which.”

I snort. “Skylar, I doubt that’s going to happen.”

“I’m just saying…have fun. Just don’t come back with a mating bite.”

I make a face at her. “Are you kidding me? I’m not that impulsive.”

My best friend is ridiculous.

Even if my inner Omega peeks her head out, the thought of belonging to Pack Axton secretly making her giddy.

But Skylar doesn’t need to know that.

19

HUNTER

“You look like shit,”I comment dryly to Donovan. His busted lip is healing, and he looks presentable enough for the wedding, but I want the barb to affect him.

Especially after the motherfucker took all the knobs off the fucking doors in the packhouse.

Even the bathroom ones, because he’s gone off the deep end.

“And so do you,” I snap at Liam, who frowns at me.

I’m furious at him, too. He let Donovan back into the packhouse after he agreed to go to therapy. And when that happened, I stormed out and spent the day in the studio, sketching and creating anything I could to keep April off my mind.

Then I came back to a house with no fucking locks on it.

To be honest, I’m mad that I didn’t think of it first.

But it’s pointless if April is never coming back.

I don’t even know what Donovandidwith the locks and doorknobs—they mysteriously disappeared.

And unless he somehow gave them to April, she’ll never know about his efforts.

We still have a lock on the front door, backyard, and the gate to our home—but they’re keypads.

Which again,doesn’t matterif we’re never going to fucking see April again.

I don’t know how Liam can stay so calm around Donovan. We’re on the yacht, leaving the marina to head to the wedding, and I’m ready to jump overboard and let the sharks eat me.

I don’t want to be here.