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Or the fact we were scent-matched. Clearly Roman and Drake weren’t, just us, something I felt was wrong before now.
But maybe it isn’t.
She was showing me that being part of a whole with Roman was a good thing. That we complemented each other.
Anytime I got comfortable around Drake, considered the fact we were mates, his anger would flare and it would shut me right down.
I thought fate was wrong. Until everything changed between us.
It started with a dream.
One that involved his mouth on me, dominating me with his sharp tone and a hunger only Drake could produce. He’d whispered dirty words in my ear as he took me from behind. It was so vivid, so real, that I never was able to truly shake it.
When I was awake, my inner demons won. Reminders of Vane creeping back in. I hated that it was an equally powerful memory. I’d only endured moments of it before I shut down and Roman took over.
Yet those few moments had stuck with me, haunting me incessantly with no end in sight.
Roman could save me from a lot, but not the demons that lived in my own mind.
I finished my note and tossed it aside, finally snuggling back into her. She let out a soft breath and whispered my name. There was a fear there as she sought me out but she wasn’t fully awake.
“I’m here,” I whispered, brushing her hair out of her face and settling her into my side. She sighed and breathed in deeply before slipping back under. “I’ve got you.”
For now, at least.
Harlow
Friday Afternoon
Dark Haven Cafeteria
“Alright, Drake,” I said with a smirk. He narrowed his eyes and Hiro, Layne, and Crew focused on us. “So, tell me how you landed here. From group therapy it sounds like a hell of a story. I want details.”
“No.” His answer was so abrupt and blunt that I burst into laughter. He glared at me before picking up his tray and stalking off.
“He’s never going to eat with us again,” Layne declared. “It’s only because of you that he’s bothered lately.”
“Really?” I asked, a bit shocked that this was the first time I’d heard this. I assumed he had been eating with them from the start.
“There’s a lot that’s changed,” Hiro agreed. “He’s not as harsh as he was.”
“To you,” Crew offered with a shrug. His voice was sharp, and I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t figure out why his anger was aimed at me.
Did he realize Roman, Hiro, and Drake were my mates?
“What’s going on?” I murmured. Crew looked up and shrugged again. He seemed to be fighting with himself to find the right words.
“Why am I not good enough for you but Hiro and Drake are? Drake’s a dick,” he said, almost shouting it.
I dropped my fork, the metal clattering against the table startling me as much as his tone.
“She can’t date the whole damn floor,” Layne deadpanned. “Technically none of us are supposed to date but you’ve fucked me in the boiler room.”
His eyes snapped up to meet hers at the sharp ending to her statement. “Layne...”
“You told me you didn’t want anything serious, that us being a scent match didn’t mean forever,” she said, voice breaking. “Yet you want that with her?”
“No, that’s not it,” he argued weakly.
