Arm

Westcliff let go of Jules’s arm, bowed slightly to Liam with a disgustingly charming smile, and nodded coldly to Uncle Wayne, before turning back to Jules. Leaning in, he said, very quietly, just for Jules’s ears, “You don’t scare me, brat. Get used to the idea that you’ll be living in my house soon. When I’m your brother’s alpha, I’ll be yours, too. You’ll have to listen to me. You’ll have to obey me.” His lips curled, his eyes intent. “I’m very much looking forward to it.”

“Never,” Jules said, his fists clenching.

Westcliff picked up one of Jules’s fists and stroked his knuckles until his fingers unclenched.

His face hot and his pulse thundering in his ears, Jules watched Westcliff lift his hand toward his lips. Surely he wouldn’t…

He did.

Warm lips brushed against Jules’s knuckles.

It was nothing out of the ordinary. An old-fashioned gesture of respect toward noble omegas, nothing more.

It shouldn’t have made his skin cover in goosebumps. Or made his fingers tremble.

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