“Okay, but hear me out,” I said, sitting up straighter. “I don’t know how much money you spent on the nest, but I know that stuff isn’t cheap. Furnishing a bedroom so large is like an entire apartment. You don’t need to spend that kind of money. I’ve got money.”

I had plenty. My paintings sold well and when my father died, both Eva and I received extremely generous inheritances. When my mother passed, we’d get more. I didn’t need them to go broke for me.

Kade looked at me. “Absolutely not.”

“Let me make you feel better,” Ben whispered. “There’s not one person in this room whose talent doesn’t bill out for four figures an hour. And on top of that, I come from a family like yours. I consider it the pack’s money, but we’re not wanting for it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

I pressed my lips together. “Okay, fine. Because you guys aren’t going to let me protest. But—”

“No buts.” Avery cut me off. “We know there aren’t any official rules to courtship. This is one of ours. We fully intend to spoil you. So when we go tomorrow, you won’t be looking at prices. The only thing you need to think about is what you want.”

Instinctually, I nodded, my Omega responding to the Alpha’s command. I did feel spoiled. I had five men who were bending their lives to fit me into it. Hell, they’d already made space for me and were begging for me to fill it in.

Another thought froze me. “What if we’re followed?”

“By photographers?”

“Yeah.”

Kade looked at me. “We’ll call the store and see if they can give us a discreet entrance. But we can’t guarantee we won’t be seen forever, baby. They’re going to find out sometime.”

That was true, as much as I didn’t want it to be. “It’s not that I’m ashamed to be seen with you, I promise.”

“No one was thinking that,” Ben said.

“I just don’t want to share you yet.” But there wasn’t a way to get around it. The paps were hungry for more of the ice queen, and even with a discreet entrance wherever they were taking me, it wouldn’t be long until someone called them.

“Whatever they write about you, I’m sorry. It probably won’t be nice. Or it might be fine about you. I don’t know what they’ll think.”

“Nor does it matter.” Luke settled in the chair across the table. “The whole world doesn’t know our names, but we’ve had our fair share of press. It’s never fair, never flattering, and never actually about you.”