AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Quinn.”
Hiding the hurt, I lift my gaze to meet his. “Yeah?”
A tense moment of silence hangs between us. A moment when my head fills in the blanks with everything I wish he would say. A moment when I can’t help but feel like he, too, wants to say them.
But then he clears his throat and presses his eyebrows together. “Will you come to my fight on Friday?”
Right.Stupid Quinn. I should know better than to hope.
“Uh, sure.” I smile at him but it’s forced.
His gaze drops to the smile, a frown overtaking his guilty expression. “I’m sorry,” he says.
“It’s okay. You were sleeping.”
He grunts and nods. “Yeah. So, you’ll come to the fight?”
“If you want me there.” I watch his face for any indication of something more, but like me, he’s guarding himself.
“I do.”
And as pathetic as I am, that’s enough for me. “Then, I’ll be there.”
The smile that breaks across his face warms my heart and breaks it all at the same time. “I should probably go before Brady finds me in here.” He leaves, taking the last fragments of my sanity with him.
“Oh my god.Your nest is so cute. I love the burgundy pillows.” Daria hands me my phone and turns on the couch, tucking her feet behind her as she shifts to face me. “You know, you could just show me.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Rude,” she says with a laugh.
I cringe and glance around the family room. “Sorry. It’s just...you smell like an omega.” And my room still smells like Dylan. It’s been a few days and he hasn’t been back to my bed, but every night, I snuggle with the pillow he used, breathing him in.
“Uh, so would you if you’d let your omega scent free.” Daria shakes her head. “Trust me, though, nothing is overpowering the alpha that’s happening in this house.” Pretending to fan her face, she inhales again.
Is it illegal to chop someone’s nose off?
I bite my cheek to keep from saying or doing anything. As far as Daria knows, the guys are my family. She’s not actually trying to steal them for me. Furthermore, there’s nothing to steal.
“Good god. If I wasn’t already with a pack, I’d be asking for you to set me up.”
Arching an eyebrow, I search her face. “If they were your scent matches, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be curious about another pack.” And I know that torture all too well.
“Right,” she says with a tight smile.
Uh-oh. She was so excited for her pack, and the last time we really talked, she was certain they were the ones, but my friend has a habit of falling hard and fast.
I set my phone aside and scoot close when she drops her gaze. Daria never shies away from things. “What’s going on, D?”
“It’s dumb.”
“Doubtful. Tell me what’s happening. Do I need to go kick alpha ass?”
She laughs and a tear streaks down her cheek. Oh shit. My bestie never cries.
“It’s just their scents, Quinn. I don’t know if I like it. I told you about the trip we took and how everything felt right. How they smelled so perfect.”
“You were so excited.”
