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Bishop raises an eyebrow at me. “He spoke to you?”
I shake my head. “Nah, but he’s been taking his cat-sitting duties very seriously.”
Bishop snorts. “Hit the showers already. I can smell you from here.”
I make my way into the hall, glancing back at the closed lounge door before I sprint up the stairs.
I’m drenched in sweat and it’s definitely not a state I want my future mate to see me in.
Regular workout sweat, sure.
Half-marathon sweat is another thing completely.
I knock Rueben’s bedroom door in passing.
Gus sighs loudly before he stomps across the room and opens it.
“What?” he asks, frowning at me.
“Lunch is almost ready. Bishop said to tell you to eat with us.”
“None of you want me in the room with that woman, trust me.”
“She’s sleeping in the lounge right now,” I tell him, knowing it wouldn’t be smart to admit I’m having some reservations that might kind of fit in with his.
He doesn’t think Scarlett’s our fated mate at all.
I do. At least, I did.
I’m probably only feeling weird about it now that it’s happening because she’s opening up to us so easily and I don’t trust how simple it seems. She was closed off completely from us before, and she made it so damn clear that was how she wanted things.
I can’t understand why she’s had such a big change of heart.
Gus frowns at me. “Fine, but don’t blame me if she’s suddenly awake and I upset her.”
He’s practically growling as I walk onward toward my own bedroom.
I have to walk away. He’s threatening my mate.
If I stayed, I’d end up using one of my tightly curled fists on his sour face.
He’s my pack brother, and I look up to him as a leader when Bishop isn’t around, but if comes down to it, I would choose our mate over him. Even if I’m having some complicated feelings about her right now.
I hope it doesn’t come to that.
Chapter forty-seven
Gus
Scarlett Faris is not our true mate, and I wish my pack brothers would hurry up and realize that for themselves. It’s driving me completely insane that they’re clinging to this idea that she’s meant for us when she’s shown us time and time again that she isn’t interested.
Scout gets all riled up when I talk about upsetting her.
He clenches his jaw before he walks away without a word because he doesn’t want to start a fight with me.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen him do that.
He knows his size gives him an unfair advantage in most physical altercations, and he doesn’t want to risk doing any real damage to another person. He never throws the first punch, and if he comes across a bar-room brawl, he always tries to break up the fight before anything bad can happen.
