Page 49 of Pack Fever

“Is this how you get off? Breaking into my room and in my bed to play with yourself?” His voice is raspy, as though he’s just woken up, too.

A whimper slips past my throat, and my hand shoots out of my pants so fast, I almost knock myself out. Then I’m scrambling out of bed, my legs still tangled in the sheets.

“Wh-What are you doing in my b-bed?” I finally stammer. At that same moment, I stare at the framed poster on the wall of a naked woman riding a Harley.

Wait, that wasn’t in the bedroom I fell asleep in.

Blinking in confusion, I finally free myself of the bedsheets and literally tumble out of bed. I hit the wooden floorboard on my ass. What the hell’s going on?

“Did you bring me to your bed last night while I was asleep?” I accuse, as Reed peers over the edge of the bed, staring down at me with a smirk. Tattoos reach up to his neck, more on his arms, which he folds in front of him to rest his chin on. Dark blond hair sits messily over his brow. I hate how incredibly handsome he looks.

“Why would I do that when you’re not my type?”

My shoulders flinch back at his rudeness. I push myself to my feet fast enough to catch a glimpse of him lying on his stomach, uncovered. I catch sight of his firm, bare ass, the tattoos that cover his back and more on the back of his thighs. Hell, why does he have to look so tempting?

I’m unsure where to look now, except his words are nagging me.

“Yeah, says you, who was too scared to touch me in the car yesterday because you might lose control. Is that how much I’m not your type?” I mock. Grabbing the pillow that tumbled down with me off the floor, I hurl it at him out of pure frustration. “That’s for being a rude asshole.”

He bursts out laughing. I’m storming out of the room just as he calls out, “I know I’m irresistible, and you’re struggling to control yourself, but you’re coming across real desperate by sneaking into my bed.”

I slam his door behind me, gasping heavily for breath.

Fucking dick!

The corridors of the house are quiet, almost too quiet. I glance down at my fingers, which feel sticky, finding them coated in chocolate and my arousal. Just great. Hell, I can’t believe I just touched myself in front of Reed in his bed.

I need to hop onto the internet and search for any updates from Nexus and if they found my friends. That’s my focus. They seem to be on the news all the time, so maybe they’ll give an update on them tracking me down to this town. Anything to give me an idea if they are going to hang around longer in town.

The idea of leaving this pack spins in my mind. Right now, going anywhere alone is dangerous for me. So, if these Alphas want to look after me, to let me hide here, then I’m going to accept their help until I work out what I’m going to do. Especially if it involves being spoiled with chocolates and wine to survive my first heat cycle moment.

What happens when my heat escalates? I heard when an Alpha knots in you, a connection between an Alpha and Omega tightens, drawing them even closer to one another. Are these the Alphas I want to do this with?

I don’t have another choice right now…

Jasper is simply adorable. Seth is intense, but I can tell by the way he stares at me the guy gets his way. And Reed…. I simply sigh at our last encounter. I will just steer away from him. The fact I ended up in his room, and he appeared genuine when he said it wasn’t him who carried me to his bed, I’m wondering if it’s me.

Years ago, I used to sleepwalk, triggered by stress, and the past few days have been nothing but anxiety-driven. But why would my mind take me to Reed’s room, of all people?

As I pass the kitchen, I backtrack and decide to rush inside to quickly wash my hands in the sink, then grab a drink. Maybe something to eat to get the furry chocolate taste out of my mouth.

The kitchen is white with a few essential gadgets on the counter—a coffee machine, toaster, and plug-in kettle. It gives a serene vibe, as though no one has ever used this room to cook actual food.

I quickly move to the deep farm-style sink and scrub my hands clean. Drying them with paper towels, I stare out the window into a small courtyard that appears unused. It’s sunny, and I’d love nothing more than to go out there to get some sun.

With my stomach growling, I instead turn toward the pantry, only to find Seth standing at the kitchen entrance.

His hair’s disheveled, and his brows are furrowed in a way that suggests he’s troubled by something. He’s in blue jeans and a crinkled white t-shirt. My insides squeeze at seeing him while last night’s events pour over me like honey. That pulse between my thighs escalates.

Just staring at him has me close to stumbling toward him. The man is an absolute god—standing tall, broad, muscles pushing against his shirt, and a strong, brooding expression calling to me.

Except something darker lingers behind his eyes today.

“Morning.” I try to sound casual, despite the sudden tightness in my chest.

He doesn’t return the greeting. Instead, he places his phone on the round table in the kitchen, spinning it to face me, then slides it across the surface in my direction.

“Mind explaining this?” he asks, his tone clipped.

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