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My question went unanswered. There was nothing anyone could say. What ifs didn’t fix the past and they would only make me feel worse.

At some point, if he truly put in the effort, I’d have to find a way to forgive him.

The only other option was to let him go.

“Let’s go get that drink.”

Hudson

“Oh my god! Oriana!” The woman rushing towards us was gorgeous. She also was familiar. It wasn’t until Ori called her by name that I realized this was another Whitaker.

Cameron’s sister.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” she gushed, hugging her tight. “You have to come meet your nephews and niece soon.”

“I promise I will. It’s killed me to not see them,” Ori admitted, her words ringing with truth. My mate had a big heart and I loved that about her. Especially, because she hadn’t let her past hold her back.

This was just another thing that bastard stole from her. I hated him more and more with every interaction.

Yet, I’d have to get over it.

He was her mate. That was clear and she was not over him by a long shot.

Lane, Tate, and I were all her mates, too, and holding grudges would only cause her more pain.

But if I punched him before it all was fixed, then who could really blame me, right?

“Come on, let’s grab a drink and say hi to my non-dumbass brothers,” Avery said, dragging our mate off. We followed behind, never letting them get far. Two men who looked like Cameron but were distinctly different in the way they carried themselves were behind the bar.

“Ori!” The smiling one greeted, coming around to give her a quick hug, giving us a smirk as we watched them.

The second did the same, his hug lingering for only a second before he stepped back and studied her.

“You alright as you can be? Holding up, okay? I’ll kill him myself, that offer still stands,” he rumbled in a gravelly tone that promised retribution.

Okay, nevermind. I liked this guy.

“No bloodshed, alpha,” another omega teased. She rolled her eyes before kissing his cheek then greeting Oriana.

“Hey, Sidney,” our girl greeted the new omega. She wasn’t as girly as Avery, in fact, she was wearing dirt coated jeans and boots and looked like she wasn’t afraid to throw down like her alpha.

“This town isn’t so bad,” Lane said, his voice barely a whisper. All I gave him was a nod, eyes too focused on Oriana. She was literally glowing now as she greeted everyone and they caught up. It settled something in my alpha to see her happy and open. It was a new side of her, on a night dragged down by pain.

I craved it for her, wanted to give it to her.

“Fuck, I’m gone for her. Tate better get his ass here,” Lane said. I couldn’t argue, we were in the same boat. And every day that passed, it felt worse and worse to lie to her. She deserved alphas who told her the truth.

“We need a round!” Sidney called out to the smiling triplet I now knew as Nash. He nodded at us and I shook my head, while the other two agreed. I’d already promised to drive so it would be water for me.

We snagged a big round table the moment it cleared, Roman and Lane joining right in as the omegas caught up and told stories. I watched, fascinated, at how animated Ori was around people she trusted.

I liked that we, as her pack, saw her softer side.

But this was everything. She was gorgeous and relaxed. And as the shots flowed, round after round, she was hilarious.

“Dance time!” Avery announced, snagging the other two omegas and dragging them out to the dance floor.

My eyes were locked on our omega’s ass as she danced around with them like she didn’t have a care in the world.