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As I approach the car, the door swings open and a man—a hulking dark-haired alpha—dressed in head-to-toe black steps out.
I halt.
Immediately.
I don’t know who this alpha is, but seeing him reminds me all over again that I might be comfortable around Pack Ashe, but they are the exception.
“Ms. Deane,” the alpha rumbles as his hazel eyes dart to the house behind me. “Is there trouble?”
His voice is surprisingly soft. Gentle, even.
I shake my head, still keeping my distance. “You’ve been watching over me.”
This is the first time someone is calling me Deane, and it’s strange that in the space of a year, I’ve had three different surnames. Jackson. Wentworth. Deane.
If things go well tonight, my name might change again. Everleigh Ashe.
He nods. “Sometimes. Kylian, Rune, and Cian wanted the best, and Pack Lucas is the best in the city.”
I try to place him, but I can’t. “You don’t work with the big families? I don’t recognize you.”
And I should. Lawrence and his friends only hired the best.
An emotion flashes in his hazel eyes too fast to read. “We don’t work with the big families.”
I get the impression he doesn’t much like them. Which makesmelikehim. Or at least trust him a little more than I did before. “But you work with Pack Ashe?”
“They’re worth our time. And our trust.”
I start to like this alpha a little more.
After a moment, I clear my throat. “I want to surprise Cian, Rune, and Kylian at their party tonight. I was going to get a cab there and back again. If you’re watching over me, I didn’t want to worry them by suddenly running off on my own.”
“Sensible,” he says, nodding in approval. “But I can get you there.”
I shake my head and peer over my shoulder when a door creaks. I couldn’t have been out here for more than a couple of minutes, but I should have known Della’s curiosity wouldn’t take long to appear.
Mom is in the doorway, her hazel-green eyes wary as she takes in the hulking alpha in front of me. Meanwhile, Della is studying the alpha with enough heat in her eye that’s anything but wary.
“Can you stay and watch the house? I thought if I left, you’d follow, and I want my mom to be safe,” I explain.
He reaches for his back pocket. “I’ll call someone to—”
“No,” I interrupt, crossing my arms over my chest. “I want to do this on my own. It’s important that I do it on my own. It’s as much to prove I can as to prove—”
“How you feel?” He cocks his head.
Perceptive.
“Yes.”
He scrutinizes me a little longer. “They won’t be pleased you’re out in the city alone.”
“They will when they realize the only reason I feel brave enough to do this is because they made the world feel a little less scary than it was before I met them,” I explain.
He blinks, surprised by my answer. “You know to press one for an emergency?”
Now I’m the one blinking in surprise. “You’ll answer?”
