My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

### Chapter 22: Caught in Their Fangs 🐺🔥🌙


I clutch the tray of food, my hands shaking, the pack's eyes stabbing into me like claws.


 Lycans—I despise them, their smug grins, their power, their control. The food area buzzes with their laughter, plates clattering, voices loud, but it's all a slap to my face, a reminder of my chains.


 My chest aches, the mate bond a burning knot, pulling me to those monsters Dorian, Eric, Rick, and that unseen Dean, his claim a ghost haunting me. I can't stay here, choking on their noise, their stares.


I turn to find a corner, anywhere to escape their gaze, my feet itching to bolt. A cold voice slices through. "Hey, Lia, stop."


My body freezes, my heart lurching. As an omega, a Most Lycan's command can locks me in place, my will bending under their power. 


I fight it, my legs trembling, desperate to flee, to act like I never stepped into this hell, but the aura holds me tight.


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