Page 13 of The Bounty

I don’t want to be his good girl. Or his bad girl.

Or hisanything.

What I need to do is find a way out of Los Angeles and make my way back home, out of this dystopian nightmare.

Killian reaches over me, his muscled arm brushing dangerously close to my chest to unlock my seatbelt. He wraps me in his arms, lifting me as if I weigh nothing out of the car.

It shouldn’t feel this good to be held. It shouldn’t feel soright, in the arms of a man I’ve known for little more than an hour.

But I close my eyes and allow him to take the steps up the driveway, leading me into the unknown, his scent tantalizing my inner Omega.

What I’m not prepared for are two more distinct, mouthwatering scents to invade my senses as he unlocks the front door.

My eyes widen as I’m met by two other Alphas.