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help the Alpha settle in?"
    "If Lady Samara wishes, I would be happy to help." The look Eva shot her was somewhat hopeful.
    I could use a friend. Like Marietta, Eva put her instantly at ease. "I would like that. After the long flight and…" Samara motioned toward Christiana. "The help would be great. Oh, and…call me Samara, please."
    Thankfully, there were no negative responses to her inviting Eva to call her by her name instead of a title.
    Eva smiled widely and stepped in time with Samara as they followed Marietta up the stairs.
    Three flights up, Samara slowed, her senses on high alert. She turned, half-expecting an attack at her back. Far from it, she found herself facing two gorgeous guys.
    Eyeing me like a hot steak.
    They weren't ground round either. They were close in height, one with hair slightly darker than the other's. Their eyes were a deep brown, not unlike her own. Their skin was deeply tanned…or naturally light olive. The one with the darker hair had a pierced ear that gave him a slightly rugged look, and both of them were beautifully cut.
    Heat settled deep in her abdomen and Samara whipped away and hurried up the stairs, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment.
    It's just the fight. A good fight had always left her aroused.
    She glanced back, but they were gone.
    Good thing, because they are so my type. She'd never been more tempted to sate the arousal than she was today.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jason waited in the corridor outside their suite, his nerves humming. The sounds of battle ended abruptly. Clapping and cheers thundered up the stairwell soon after.
    He trembled in excitement. Like a damned pup. What the hell is the matter with me?
    James clapped a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. "Don't worry. There is no way Sebastian's daughter lost to Christiana."
    Jason glared at his older twin. "I know that."
    "Then what is it?"
    The question caused Jason to squirm harder. "What if she doesn't like us?"
    James rolled his eyes. "It's tradition—"
    "You heard what Alpha Pietro said. She doesn't know our traditions, and Sebastian will consider letting her break with them, if she will not bend."
    He stopped speaking abruptly at the sound of footsteps mounting the stairs. The Alpha's servant came into view first.
    Just as she should.
    She was a grand old matriarch, and Pietro said she had served two generations of Sebastian's family so far. If anyone crossed Samara, answering to Marietta wouldn't be pleasant.
    He wondered if Christiana had already tasted the servant's claws.
    As she passed by, Jason got his first look at the Alpha female.
    Sebastian's daughter. Our mate. Samara. He stopped himself from saying it by the Night Mother's grace alone.
    Samara had more curves than the average she-wolf would.
    Most likely due to her human mother.
    She dressed casually in stretch jeans and a white button-down shirt.
    Not at all like Christiana would dress.
    Samara's feet were bare, and she had her shoes hooked onto the fingertips of one hand.
    Her golden brown hair reached past her full chest. As Samara turned her head to address the young she-wolf at her side, he spied the wounds on her cheek.
    Jason tensed. Their mate was injured. He would rip the one responsible apart.
    James closed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Hard! The message was clear enough. Calm down. Don't move. This was a challenge. She took her pound of flesh in return, whatever it might have been.
    Jason forced his muscles to loosen. This was why Marietta ordered us to stay upstairs. If we gave in to our instincts, we could have cost Samara her place.
    And us ours. Mated to Christiana? Kill me first.
    Samara stopped and whipped around, adopting a partial crouch.
    Ready to attack. Ready to pounce.
    She took in their scent, her breathing quickening. Her gaze traveled the length of their bodies, bringing his cock fully up in response.
    Her cheeks flooded with color. Samara spun away and loped after her servant, leaving her enticing scent behind to torture