Being patient might fucking kill me but I’d die trying. There was no other choice but to give her everything she needed.
She’d only ever see my calm exterior. I couldn’t let her see my chaos quite yet.
Settling in and wrapping myself around a pillow, I turned on some old reruns of one of my favorite detective shows. It helped distract me but not completely. My delta didn’t like her out of our sight. He wanted to touch her, to see her at all moments of the day.
The reasonable part of my brain understood that was insane. The Delta side didn’t give a fuck.
All he knew was that she was ours.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since we’d gotten home, but soon the sounds of the house coming to life echoed through the space. The rest of my pack knew well enough to stay back. A delta’s den was private, and we could be territorial as hell.
Everyone, except Lennon. He had no qualms about stalking in here. I always chalked it up to the fact that he didn’t have a den, or rather, wouldn’t let himself have one.
“I figured I’d find you hiding away,” he grumbled as he pushed past the curtain and invaded my space. If he wasn’t pack, I’d kill him for it.
“Well, why don’t you just let yourself in,” I snapped, not bothering to move for him.
He rolled his eyes, but plopped down in the corner like he always did, taking up space while making it seem like it put him out.
“Wilder and Lana are back. They brought some food from the diner. I guess she was craving a burger.”
“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” I noted, pausing the screen so I didn’t miss the best part of the show.
“She’s a nutritionist. She’s supposed to be all about healthy food,” he said. It bordered on mocking.
“She’s also human,” I pointed out. “And watch your tone. That’s my omega.”
He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Prying things out of this delta was like cracking a secret code.
“I thought you were warming up to Lana,” I challenged. “She’s our omega, Lennon. Being a dick is only going to prove hockey players are assholes.”
He let out a frustrated grunt. “I was, but something is changing. That sounds so ominous, but you know it’s true.”
I scoffed instead of punching him. “Do you hear yourself? You’ve been around her just as much as I have. You were there today, heard Cade say she was his mate. You had to have scented her. Fuck, smell that blanket.”
“I know.” That was all he was going to say?
“Her scent has always been intoxicating, even when it was subtle. This isn’t fucking news, Lennon.”
“It’s not that it’s a surprise,” he growled, his delta rising to my challenge. “Will you quit being an ass and just listen to what I’m fucking saying?”
Letting out a sigh, I pushed myself up to sit in the opposite corner, staring at the delta who was apparently losing his damn mind.
“Go on,” I drawled, waving a hand. “Hurry the fuck up with whatever breakdown you’re having.”
“My delta is reacting,” he said. “You can make fun of me all you want, but that’s not anormalreaction.”
“Explain it,” I said. He couldn’t possibly be talking about this scent match reaction we were all having.
His usual pale cheeks turned red as he fought with himself. He didn’t want to say whatever it was.
“It’s like being a teenager,” he finally burst out, throwing his hands up.
“You know getting hard for an attractive omega is a normal reaction, right?” I mused, though my amusement had faded.
“There’s never been an omega in my life that made me feel like this,” he argued back. “It’s not just attraction. Yeah, she makes me fucking hard, but she also drives my delta fucking wild. Lana makes the world make sense. She settles me to the point I feel downright relaxed. When she’s close, I want to touch her, protect her, burn down the fucking world for her. Hell, I would’ve killed those men on the ice if she asked me to.”
“Same,” I admitted. “But I’m not seeing the problem.”
