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This whole thing with Scarlett has become ridiculously important to him.
“I don’t know what it means that you’re not interested in our fated mate, and the rest of us are,” he admits, quietly. “We’re supposed to be a pack.”
He’s worried. I can see it in his eyes.
“It’s not unheard of for packs to have disagreements,” I counter, because I know there’s no use in re-treading ground we’ve already covered ad nauseum. I’m not going to bend, and neither is he.
“Usually, those disagreements are less earth-shattering than whether or not someone is a true mate.” He gives me a wry smile. “This is more than a simple disagreement, Gus.”
“Well,” I start, straightening up. “Either you’re right and she is our mate, or I’m right and she’s not. Now that she’s here, I’m guessing we’re about to find out which of us is right, and which of us is wrong, so why don’t we just wait and see how the coin falls?”
He lets out a soft sigh. “What if I’m right? If you never spend any time with her, how will you know?”
I may be stubborn, but I’m capable of admitting it when I make a mistake.
This just doesn’t happen to be one of those times.
“If you all still feel like she’s ours by the end of the week, I’ll come down here and have a conversation with her,” I assure him. “I can’t promise I’ll change my mind, but I’ll make an effort.”
His eyebrows jump up before he manages to contain his shock. He nods slowly once his expression slips back into neutral.
“You’ll spend time with her on the last day if we still believe she’s our fated mate.”
“I will,” I agree, knowing it won’t come to that.
If it does, I’ll spend that entire conversation working out her angle.
With women like Scarlett, there’s always an angle.
I can hear Scout and Rueben thundering down the stairs as Bishop nods to himself, while he goes over to the stove to dish out lunch.
Everything’s as it should be, for now.
But if that woman thinks she’s getting a mating mark from any of my pack brothers before this week is through, she’s sorely mistaken.
Chapter forty-eight
Sapphire
I don’t sleep, because for one thing, I don’t actually have a migraine, and for another, I don’t know what the hell to do anymore. I felt something for Rueben back there. It was potent and it was primal. Some deep buried urge that was unfamiliar enough to feel alien to me.
It would be stupid not to consider that it could be something to do with the fact that I’m an Omega, and I’m spending time around the most attractive Alphas I’ve ever met right now.
Suppressants have always worked for me in the past, but they come with a warning.
If sufficient time is spent in the company of Alphas I feel a strong attraction to, the dampening effects of the medication could wear off.
The pills are made for light interactions with Alphas I pass on the street or have to sit across a meeting room table from for an hour. They’re not really meant to stop the natural processes that occur when an Omega is of age and meets Alphas she would actually want to choose as her mates.
It feels scandalous that I’m attracted to them so much that the suppressants might stop working.
So far, I’m just a little hot and bothered, but if I don’t do something soon, I know I could perfume.
And if that happens, well, my first heat won’t be far behind.
I can’t even imagine how that would go.
I’ve spent my whole life getting ready to go out into the world and live as a Beta.
