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Hence the reason so many people weren’t with their soulmates.
I’d always expected I’d be rejected when I found my mate, even if I’d hoped quietly for a different outcome.
I just hadn’t realized how much it would hurt.
As the night went on,the mated couples slowly made their way out. I had it on good authority that there was way too much car-sex happening out there, while everyone waited for their rides to come pick them up, and I was pretty damn proud about that.
The bar’s owner was turning people down; that was his call, not mine. I wasn’t experienced enough to know when they were acting like they’d had enough, he said. I didn’t think he had any experience with that either, but kept my mouth shut about it.
The guy who looked like Axel waved me over, so I crossed to the other side of the bar. He hadn’t been cut off yet.
“Hey, beautiful,” he teased me, giving me a massive grin.
Not gonna lie, the stupid nickname made me smile. “Hey yourself.”
The only time I’d ever been calledbeautifulwas when Axel said it while I was in wolf form. He thought he’d been talking to my wolf, too, so he hadn’t actually meant the compliment for me.
“You too busy for a dance?” he asked me with a grin.
“I’m pretty sure werewolves don’t dance with anyone but their mates,” I tossed back, also with a grin.
“I’m older than I should be for someone who isn’t mated. Makes a guy question if the traditions are really all that helpful,” he called back. “I know your mate’s not in the picture, and I’d like to dance with you. Think about it?”
“Maybe.”
His grin widened. “I’ll be waiting.”
Iris was eyeing me when I walked back to the owner, who gave me a short list of other drinks to make.
A few minutes later, some guy carried her up to the bar. I hurried over to meet her, leaning over the counter as she said, “The feral pack’s alpha just texted you. Axel is on his way here. He just found out that you’re a bartender, and he’s not happy.”
Her eyes were wide, and her face pink.
I grimaced, but didn’t blush or anything.
He was going to throw a fit about something, if I had to guess. Why else would he be on his way to me? We were coming up on seventy-two hours without seeing each other or communicating in any way, so clearly the man wasn’t bent out of shape about our relationship.
If he were, he knew exactly where to find me.
Or at least, he thought he did, since he hadn’t known where I was working.
Iris made a face. “We need to find you a sweater or something to go over that.”
I frowned. “Why? He can throw a tantrum if he wants; he’s not interested in me.”
Her face flushed redder. “I have to admit something.”
I waited, leaning closer.
“I texted him from your phone and told him the truth about the mating process.”
My eyes widened as I processed the information. “Iris…”
“He deserved to know. I thought he’d show up with flowers or something,” she said quickly.
I groaned. “Seriously?”
“I know, it was stupid. But I didn’t want him to blindside you with it, if he showed up.”
