I’m staying.
I just need confirmation that everyone is on the same page and I want us all to work through this together as a pack. I have my individual relationship with each of the men, but something this big, we need to discuss it together.
When his van pulls up, my ass is out of its seat like it’s on fire as I rush outside. Of course, he has nice guests who keep chatting and handing him tips and I’m doing my very best to nottell them to hurry the fuck up and let me see my man or else I’ll have a mental breakdown.
After all the tourists are off the bus, Fergus is the first to greet me. Damn, I even love the dog.
Wait, love?
But as Lain walks down the steps of his van, the happiest grin in the world to see me, I know I’m in love. Maybe not with Callum yet, but the scent match is already tethering us in a profound way.
“It’s my girl,” he says happily, and when he gets close enough, it hits me like a freight train.
Tobacco and vanilla.
Lain is my scent match, and the realization has me nearly falling to my knees. Luckily, he picks me up for a gigantic hug.
“You can’t go back to Chicago, just a weekend away was enough to break me.”
“I know,” I say into his neck and he becomes perpetually still.
“What?”
“Tomorrow. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” I plead with him. Everything will be easier when they can scent me back, when they know what this really is.
We’re a fated pack.
I squeeze Lain so tight he has a hard time craning his neck to look at my face.
“Is everything okay?” he asks as he puts me down, but I keep my hands on him.
“Everything is good. I promise.” I lick my lips, contemplating jumping him right now and fucking him in his van. “Can all of you meet me at your house tomorrow night?”
“All of us?”
“You, Greer, and Callum,” I reply and if I thought his grin was big before, now it’s comically huge.
“See. I knew it. The grumpy little fucker just needed to spend time with you. Too charming for your own damn good. What about tonight? You just got back?” His smile falls with the question.
“I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Just…all three of you at your house tomorrow at eight, okay?” I’m taking a step away from him. If I don’t get away from his scent soon I may just go completely feral.
The poor Alpha is so confused by what I’m asking, but I just can’t be around them and hold this secret any longer. I need to get off my deodorizers and then they’ll understand.
“Maisie, are you sure everything is fine?”
“Yes,” I say, backing further away to escape his scent that’s so potent it’s enough to trip up my brain and make me lose my thoughts or my pants. It’s already happened twice with Callum and Greer.
It isn’t easy trying to pull away from him, especially when he looks like he wants me so badly right now. That look, however, is what gives me the courage I need to back away.
“At least let me walk you home,” Lain tries to compromise and I shake my head.
“Tomorrow night, me, your pack. It’s a date.”
That seems to excite him enough that he doesn’t ask me to stay again, even if he is completely confused by my behavior.
Almost half the walk to the Heather Beag, I consider turning back around, but I can’t be around them all and continue to hold onto this secret.
So instead of spending time with my three scent-matched Alphas who don’t have a single clue about how significant this all is, I do what I do best—research.
