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Same way I know Scarlett Faris is absolutely one-hundred-percent not our fated mate.
The woman might be drop-dead gorgeous, but she’s also careless and free-spirited.
If my pack brothers let her, she’ll break their hearts into millions of tiny little pieces right before she moves on to the next pack of oblivious chumps.
She doesn’t have to be malicious about it to do that.
She only needs to be exactly who she is.
Whatever happens over the next week, I’m not going to just stand around and watch her do that.
If she actually shows up, I’ll be keeping a close eye on things, because I’m the only one who sees her presence in our home as a threat.
I don’t really care about the kitten.
Rueben can keep that fluffball if he wants.
It’s not going to do anything terrible to my pack.
Scarlett Faris, on the other hand, is trouble with a capital T.
I don’t care what my pack brothers think, she doesn’t belong with us, and I’m not about to let her walk right in and tip our lives upside down.
If my brothers don’t show any signs of figuring out their mistake while she’s around, I’ll do what I need to do to make sure she doesn’t worm her way into their hearts.
She doesn’t belong with us.
We’re not keeping her.
Chapter fourteen
Sapphire
Friday morning, after I’ve showered, I throw on one of Scarlett’s old Chaos Burning tour T-shirts, and I hunt through her wardrobe for the old black jeans she said were comfier than her other pairs.
She’s probably going to kill me for organizing her room last night, but honestly, I don’t know how she could find anything in here, and there’s no way I could have stayed for a week if I hadn’t tidied everything up before I went to bed last night.
I find the jeans and put them on. They’re way better than the skin-tight ones I had to drive out here wearing. I almost think I need a belt, then I realize they just hang a little lower than I thought.
Of course. If Scarlett owns them, they’ve got to be sexy.
They’re still comfy, and the T-shirt’s long and loose enough that the cut of the jeans doesn’t matter.
I’m pretty sure Scarlett would have worn these with a cropped top, but I’m not willing to take this transformation that far. Modesty aside, I don’t have the skills with body paint that Scar does. There’s no way I could paint a convincing dragon on my right side. I found her make up kit, though, and I’m about to use it to give myself her trademark lips and dewy skin, but that’s as far as my cosmetics skills go.
When I’m done, I make myself stand a little straighter, and walk around the room, getting into Scarlett’s shoes, before I pick a pair of yellow Converse out of the bottom of the closet and actually put them on.
I guess now I’m ready.
No. Wait.
I go through Scarlett’s purse, looking for my suppressants.
It’s hard enough to find them in my own slightly over-sized purse. I end up having to tip Scarlett’s black leather shopper upside down before I locate the bottle.
Letting out a relieved sigh, I snatch it up.
There’s no way I’m walking into a house full of strange men without taking my usual precautions to keep my Omega status a secret. I can’t believe Scarlett doesn’t use these. That’s insane. She’s lucky she hasn’t perfumed before now.
