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“You… know?” I stared at her, chest tight.

She let out a giggle at my expression. “Come on, Shatter, it’s been clear from the start.” She was still smiling, which wasn’t right at all.

Clear?

“They areobsessedwith you?”

My brain finally rebooted as I caught up.

The Kingsman pack.

She thought we were talking about the Kingsman pack.

I stared at her, wringing my hands, realising how completely impossible this conversation was always going to be.

“They built you a nest, and they keep your scent hidden like they own it—a bit possessive for me, but… I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It’s sweet. There aren’t many omegas who would have held out this long. What are you worried about?”

“I…” I didn’t know why, but tears burned my eyes at her words.

Roxy reached for me. “Oh, babe… okay.”

She pulled me into a huge hug, and I clutched her in surprise, still fighting not to actually cry in front of her.

But why was she saying all those nice things about the wrong alpha when I didn’t know how to process it? It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know—dammit. But this conversation had gone nowhere close to where I needed it.

I was such a mess.

I blinked furiously. My confidence was shot. I had no idea what to say to explain any of it. The hormones were gone, and I felt like I’d fallen into a hole.

A very confusing hole.

And now she was going to see me crying.

What would she think?That I was crying because my scent matches wanted me?

She was so kind, and held me so tight. And I hadn’t told her about what Flynn had offered me. Or the fact that the pack who had sponsored her were my mates.

More tears burned my eyes.

When she drew back, I ducked my head, letting my hair fall in front of me like a curtain. I pretended to stare at the textbook.

Get it together.

I took a breath, blinking furiously, but it didn’t work. I tried to rub them without her noticing. I froze as I felt my contact crease in my eye.

Fuck.

I was never supposed to rub my eyes—especially not when crying. I didn’t—I’d trained myself out of the habit when I’d run from the Estate. But right now, I was such a mess.

“Is this just about them?” Roxy asked me. “Or did something happen?”

She sounded so concerned, but I barely heard in my panic.

I blinked carefully. Desperately.

Flatten.

Please flatten.

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