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They had? Oh, Isam had moved fast then. Not that Servas blamed him. Mostyn was incredibly attractive.

Isam looked at Servas. “Your heat is next week.”

Fuck, Isam was right. In all the commotion, Servas had completely forgotten about that. “Yeah, that does complicate things.”

“You can’t ask anyone else to help you.” Mostyn’s tone was sharper than anything he’d said so far, and Servas was taken aback until he looked at Mostyn and saw how shocked the beta seemed by his own words. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”

Servas smiled. “That’s the mating bond. Fated mates tend to be possessive and jealous.”

“Good thing you already asked me before all this.” Isam winked at Servas, and his belly fluttered.

“Yes, and now that invitation extends to you as well,” he told Mostyn, who blinked a few times, then held up a hand.

“Hold on. You want us to take the time to date and get to know each other, but also have spectacular heat sex for two days straight next week? Isn’t that contradictory?”

“I never said we had to wait to have sex. You asked that question, but we hadn’t answered it yet because Isam brought up my heat, which I’d forgotten about. So I guess things are gonna keep moving fast. The good news is that at least you seem confident the sex will be spectacular…”

He dared a smile at Mostyn, whose eyes widened for a moment before he grinned. “Yeah, once again, no idea where that came from, but one can only hope.” The beta moved his gaze from Servas to Isam and gave the alpha a slow once-over. “At least you look like you know how to handle the tool the good Lord gave you.”

Isam grinned right back. “I’ve never had complaints…”

“But seriously, where does this leave us?” Mostyn asked. “Because I’d like to know how we’re gonna approach this.”

Servas couldn’t even imagine being in Mostyn’s position. He’d had to deal with one shock after another, and the fact that he seemed to be taking it all in stride was a testament to his character and his ability to keep calm under pressure. “I meant it when I said I would love for you to be there for my heat, but if you’re not ready for that, I’ll understand. You could also watch, if you’re more comfortable with that.”

Mostyn quirked an eyebrow. “Watch? You mean as in a live porn show?” He looked at Isam as he said the latter part, and Isam chuckled.

“Inside joke,” the alpha told Servas. “I mentioned the chance of seeing some sexual activity in Jawon’s House to him.”

Servas groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ve seen more of our pack alpha’s cock than I needed to. That man would give any alpha an inferiority complex, let alone a little omega like me.”

Mostyn slapped his hand in front of his mouth, but then gave up and laughed out loud.

“He’s not joking,” Isam said in a fake-somber tone. “Us alphas set up a support group to talk about our self-worth after seeing him fuck one of his men.”

That had all three of them laughing, but seconds later, Servas’s joy faded. “Is this okay, laughing like this? Under the circumstances, I mean?”

“Working in a hospital, I’ve seen a lot of pain and suffering and dying people,” Mostyn said. “And one thing I’ve learned is that you’ve gotta find joy and laughter where you can. Life is short, and we can’t waste it mourning for those who are still living, you know? Some of the best jokes I ever heard came from a man who was dying of cancer. He had the darkest humor ever, but that was how he coped with his prognosis. He made jokes right up until the moment he died, and he went with a smile on his face.”

“That’s the way to go,” Isam said. “But it’s hard not to feel guilty about laughing and having fun when we know Palani is so sick.”

Mostyn shrugged, but not in a careless manner. “Would he want you to walk around depressed and sad? To put your lives on hold for him?”

No, he wouldn’t. That much Servas knew for certain. “No. He’d want us to live and take care of each other.”

Mostyn nodded, apparently satisfied with that answer. “Then that’s what we should do.”

“Which brings us back to the question you’ve asked twice now,” Isam said to Mostyn. “Where do we go from here?”

Silence descended. “Maybe we should simply take it one day at a time,” Servas finally said. “We know the mission to get Palani an MRI will most likely take place the day after tomorrow, so why don’t we all get some sleep now and agree to meet up tomorrow and spend some time together? I don’t know about you two, but I’m feeling wiped after all this.”

“I’m shocked I’m still vertical,” Mostyn said. “I haven’t even fully recovered yet from the last few weeks.”

That filled Servas with worry. “Maybe you should take it easy tomorrow. Sleep in, you know.” He did a quick calculation in his head. “I could bring you breakfast around nine or so?”

Mostyn cocked his head. “What do you even do in the pack? I know Isam is a security guard, but what do you do?”

Before Servas could answer, Isam spoke up. “He leads our construction crew…and he’s amazing. This guy can build anything and fix anything. The cottage you’re staying in? He and his team built that.”