Clementine:
"There’s already so much competition, and now he wants to join in?" Haiden argued, making me roll my eyes at him.
"Yeah, not my mate. He has to let her go," Yorick added, gripping the knife in his hand, ready to lunge at the ogre.
"Hey, wait. Before you three do anything stupid, first of all, I belong to none of you," I told them.
As soon as I said that, they glared at me for being stern.
They seemed upset with me for focusing more on our differences than on the fact that they were ready to risk everything to save me.
"And second, what if you stab him and he squeezes me? What if he crushes me so hard that all my organs spill out?" I warned them, not wanting them to make a mistake.
Ogres didn’t rely on brains, they depended on brute strength.
If they stabbed him, his reflex could crush me in an instant.
"Then what? Just stand here and watch you cuddle with someone else?" Haiden hissed, folding his arms across his chest and turning away, clearly upset that an ogre was holding me close.
"How about we wake him up for a fight?" Haiden suggested.
I kept staring at his face in disbelief.
I had just told him that waking the ogre suddenly could be dangerous, and we didn’t even know if our knives could pierce his skin.
"At least this one’s skin is really rough," I added, "and I can tell why." He seemed old but still strong, there were plenty of bones scattered around.
"Before that, we need to switch Clementine with someone else," Troy proposed. That seemed like a plausible idea.
"I’ll go and get a pillow," Yorick offered, then everyone shook their heads so he stopped and returned to his spot.
"We need to switch Clementine with a body warm enough to fool him into thinking he still holds her," Haiden explained, telling them why we had to switch places instead of using a non-living item.
"Fine then, I will switch with her," Yorick declared.
His words shocked the others and me. I watched his face in disbelief.
It didn’t make sense, how could they care enough to sacrifice themselves for me, yet still cheat on me with Oriana?
Or was it that, as alphas, they could entertain more than one woman?
"You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for me," I said. Yorick’s face started to drain. "I’m serious. Don’t expect me to accept a sacrifice for anything else. There will never be anything else between us. Ever."
"Will, it’s a shame you think I will only switch places with you if you promise to accept me," Yorick commented, breaking the silence. He stepped forward, closer to the ogre and me. "I’ll switch places with you, even if you’re someone else’s girl."
The hair at the back of my neck rose. A chill ran down my spine.
As I deepened my stare and realized he was serious, Haiden snapped, stepping forward and pointing at his chest.
"Oh great, now he’s trying to be a hero. I can do the same." Haiden groaned.
"Heck, I’ll do that too," Troy complained, feeling left out.
At that point, I knew none of them would help.
My eyes lingered on the flag tattoo on the ogre’s arm, and an idea came to me.


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