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    “You can keep that new-age bullshit. I’ll be fine. I don’t need seminars and panels for something that has been going on since time fuckall began. I can handle my mates.” She tried to hand the pamphlet back to Benna, but the girl shook her head.
    “I don’t need it either,” Benna said as Freya managed to get to her feet. “You keep it. And sleep well tonight.”
    Freya swayed as she stood and looked at Benna. “Oh, I will,” she vowed more to herself than to Benna. It was time for her to put her foot down and stop acting like a hounded rabbit. She didn’t need a seminar to get a peaceful night’s rest; she just needed to roar a bit.

Chapter Two
    Many women might have swooned at the sight before her. In a spacious room with a crackling fire in the hearth, two drop-dead gorgeous males lounged upon a bed the size of boat. One was a symbol of Nordic legend and power: seven feet of naked, tanned muscle and manhood. He had the silvery-blond hair of his mother and a smoldering dark-blue gaze. The other male was slightly shorter, slender, with an androgynous beauty that caused women to gape in jealousy. His hazel eyes tended more to gold than green, staring up at her beneath thick, dark lashes. Paler than his alpha male, he was an adornment draped over steel. Fenris was sitting up against the head of the bed. His nose was buried in Rayne’s gold-blond crown, but the expectancy in his gaze was directed at her.
    Rayne was doing his best to calm down the brute, his fingers working over the boulder of Fenris’s biceps muscle, but Freya’s very entrance into the room had put an end to that. Fenris, with nostrils flaring, backed away from Rayne as if Freya were some sort of misbehaving whelp in need of punishment. Rayne tried to smile but failed.
    Freya snorted as she slammed the door behind her. She refused to be swayed. Fen could growl all he wanted. Rayne could throw the doe eyes until dawn. She would not fold. Just thinking of Benna’s suggestion caused her determination to blaze as she moved into the room. She walked over to the bed and stopped just at the foot. “Get your asses up, both of you. Move over.”
    Rayne slipped from the bed immediately while Fenris only moved to the edge. She walked quickly to side that Rayne had freed up.
    Rayne showed the worrying disposition of a hen, with one hand clapping lightly upon her back and the other reaching nervously to the swell of her belly. “Are you all right?”
    Jerking away from the touch she knew was sure to turn into a caress, Freya scrutinized the concern of her beta. Rayne could play innocent all he liked, but the tip of his tongue, pressed at the corner of his lips, gave him away like a hound considering a pork chop.
    “What’s wrong, babe?” Fenris asked, showing a more genuine if sterner level of concern.
    Freya sat down on the bed, easily a king-plus and still not big enough. Refusing to turn her back to Fenris, Freya warned Rayne away with her eyes, denying any gestures of help as she pulled her boots off. “Nothing is wrong. I’m fine. I’m just sleepy. I’m fucking tired, and I want some rest.”
    Rayne swiftly dived to the floor to retrieve each boot as it landed, always so attentive.
    “If you were so tired, then you should have come to bed earlier.”
    Freya had her hands on her pants and was pushing them down when Fenris made the comment. Pausing at midthigh, she suppressed the urge to curse the smug male, knowing that it would only provoke him.
    She shed her pants and then shirt, both into Rayne’s eagerly waiting grasp, before finally addressing the brooding hulk. “Well, I’m here now.” She climbed over to the middle of the bed in her tank top and boy shorts. With a fluff of the pillows, she stretched out.
    Fenris did the same, moving parallel to her. She stopped him before he could begin to scoot closer. She looked over her shoulder, ignoring his raised brow. “Um, no. All I want is just a good night’s sleep with no