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“What's on your mind?” Pierce asks. “You can ask us anything, and you don’t need to feel weird about it.” He looks at me, then back at her.
She takes a breath.
“Does this mean you expect me to join your pack?”
If I'm being completely honest, the idea of her joining our pack has crossed my mind more than once. But that's not something I'm about to tell her, because I don’t want her to think she’s being forced into anything.
“No,” Pierce says gently. “Not unless that's something you want.”
She turns to me.
“What about you?”
I frown. “What about me?”
“Do you expect me to to be a part of your pack?”
I lean forward, holding her gaze.
“Do I want to get to know you? Yeah. Do I want to see where this goes? Absolutely.”
Her cheeks turn pink again. “But I'm not going to make you join our pack, Raewyn. The choice is yours, not ours. But I do hope you’ll give us a chance. To get to know one another before any decisions are made.”
She seems to relax a little.
“So I can say no?”
“Of course you can,” Pierce says.
“Even though we're scent-matched?”
I’m not sure if she’s asking to see what kind of men we are, or if she really doesn’t know how this works.
“Yes,” he tells her. “A scent match doesn't take away your choices. It just tells us that we’re a good match.”
She looks down at the tissue in her hands again.
After everything she's been through, the last thing she needs is two alphas telling her what to do.
There's a long silence before she speaks again.
“Can I ask something else?” she asks.
“Anything,” Pierce says.
“Is that why you're helping me?”
My brow furrows.
“What?” I say.
“The scent match. Is that why you came when I called? Because I'm your match?”
“No,” I answer solidly, keeping my eyes firmly on hers.
She looks surprised by how quickly I answer.
“We were looking for you before we knew about the scent match,” I remind her. “We wanted to find out what happened to Theodore.”
