Page 6 of Possessive Alpha

And I realize, again, that this is the place for me. Jackson and Regan aren’t building a pack here; they’re building a family where our thoughts and our wants matter.

The short discussion about the amenities people would want in the cabins passes me by. I’m thinking of how much I want to stay but also of how much I’m sure it’s only a matter of days now before Clara pulls me to one side and tells me she wants to leave.

“So we’re looking for volunteers to go out and identify areas you want a cabin. The only request I have is not too close to the house, so it doesn’t disturb the foundations. This house isn’t a year old and the ground needs to settle,” Jackson says, returning me to the present.

“I wouldn’t mind having a look at any areas you had in mind,” Ty says, making me jump.

Jackson’s gaze again settles over my shoulder, presumably on Ty. His expression is thoughtful. “You know, I wouldn’t mind you checking out some of the areas the contractors we got quotes from picked out for us. You were a well driller, right?”

Surprise makes me twist around to face Ty, noting he’s standing directly behind me between two large windows. “A well driller?”

I didn’t even know that was a thing.

He’s not looking at Jackson. But at me. “Yes.”

I have a million and one questions itching to burst out of me, and from Ty’s amusement, he’s waiting for me to ask.

“Oh,” I say and turn back to face the front. “Right.”

I don’t need another reason to find Ty Logan interesting. I have plenty. Yet, here I am, with his job another point of fascination.

After a brief pause, Jackson continues talking.

Regan studies me, head slightly cocked. I hope to never give her an opportunity to pin me down. She looks like she’s brimming with questions of her own. Probably about me and Ty.

“We’re not looking to start work on the cabins yet,” Jackson says. “But I’d like to have five built by Christmas.”

My eyes pop. “Christmas?”

When an alpha decides he wants something, he goes for it. Christmas is in four months. I have no idea how long it takes to build a cabin, let alone five of them, but I imagine it takes most people longer than that.

“Christmas,” Jackson confirms, nodding firmly. “I’ve been thinking about it off and on even before we moved into this place. It comes with too much land not to make use of it.”

This place being the packhouse.

Apparently, he was living with his brother, Jeremy, in a rented house—strike that—a rented mansion a few miles away, on land that backed up to a public forest. They’d intended to stay there until contractors finished building this house, on land he and his brother bought.

Instead, Jackson and his brother Jeremy bought the rental and now it mostly sits empty since Jeremy went traveling with his mate and eventually settled elsewhere.

I’m not sure why they bought the rental or how they could afford to build a three-story house like this at the same time, but they must be rich. Not that you’d know it from Jackson’s fondness for flannel shirts, ripped jeans, and his amiable disposition.

“We already had contractors look at the land, and they didn’t spot any issues with building on it,” Regan explains.

“What do you need me to look for?” Ty asks.

It sounds like he’s moved even closer to me, but I don’t dare turn around to confirm it. Something bumps the couch I’m sharing with Clara, and out of the corner of my eye, I realize he hasn’t only moved closer.

He’s resting both hands on the back of the couch. Directly behind me. It explains why his scent is suddenly so much stronger and why his breath is stirring my hair.

I fight the sudden need to lean back and inhale some more.

To combat that growing urge, I scoot forward so my ass is practically hanging off the edge of the front of the couch.

Curious eyes flick from me to Ty, Clara included. The rest of the pack share smiles, nods, and shoulder nudges. It’s only a matter of time before someone asks me what the hell is going on between us.

“I’d like you to see if there’s something the contractors missed.” Jackson pauses when Ty gently pulls my hair and I nearly fall off the couch scurrying away from him.

Clara muffles a laugh.

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