Page 7 of Possessive Alpha

The second I sit still, those damn fingers return to playing with the ends of my hair.

Jackson’s eyes are laughing as he continues. “They won’t be living here, so they don’t know the best spots.”

“Maybe we could make a big job a smaller one,” Regan casually suggests. “There’s a lot of land to cover, so we could send a few pairs out and cover more ground.”

I turn to partner with Clara before things head in the direction I can see them going.

Only for Clara to scramble to her feet, pointedly not look at me, and declare, “I’ll go with Lucia.”

I glare at her.

Traitor.

I’m busy glaring at my little sister, so I miss the moment Ty rounds the couch. There’s no missing his thump when he drops into the love seat that suddenly feels far, far too small. Far closer to me than Clara was sitting. Thigh to thigh.

To make a situation a million times worse, he reclines and rests his arm on the back. Behind me. Like we’re on a date at the movies.

It happened so smoothly.

Seconds after Clara left her seat, Ty is filling the space. Like a perfectly choreographed dance.

I narrow my eyes at my little sister, then at Ty, getting the impression I’ve been set up.

Clara’s smile is far too innocent, and Ty appears deep in thought as he and Jackson continue their conversation about the best place to build cabins. As if he feels my attention, his head swings my way.

I immediately face forward.

Regan looks away from me, a pleased smile curving her lips.

I’ve been played all right. Only I was looking for the player in the wrong direction.

I should have been paying more attention to Regan.

As Ty talks with Jackson, I slide away from him.

His hand lands on my shoulder, halting me, and he glances at me. “We’ll check out the ground after the meeting.”

There’s no can we or should we? Just, we’re doing this.

Typical alpha behavior.

Does anyone save me? No, they smile as if we’re going on a date.

CHAPTER 4

“How do you like living in the house?” Ty asks, leading us into the forest.

I eye him warily, sensing I’m about to walk into a trap if I’m not careful. “Okay, I guess.”

He slowly nods. “I think I’d prefer something a little quieter. And smaller. People are always coming and going in the house, and it puts my wolf on edge a bit.”

“Uh, me too,” I agree, struggling to understand what his living arrangements have to do with me.

This isn’t what I thought we’d be talking about. I’m not sure what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t this.

About ten minutes away from the house, he stops and turns to me. “How about here? Could you see yourself living in a cabin with me right here?”

My mouth gapes open.

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