Page 47 of Pack Fever

Is that what’s happening here?

At the door, I glance over my shoulder at the adorable blonde Omega who’s just turned our world inside out. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but we have to find a way to make it work.

Chapter

Eleven

REED

Ilean against the wall just outside the spare bedroom we’ve given to Danica during her stay at our home. Seth’s in there with her after carrying her from the car. The girl was close to passing out from exhaustion, her heat wreaking havoc on her. The whole thing of Seth vanishing with her in the bathroom didn’t go unnoticed at his parents’ place by anyone. They all knew, yet nobody said a word. Even when she returned to the party, cheeks flushed and shyly avoiding looking at anyone, the silence remained.

Uncertainty churns in my gut about my feelings toward her. I want so fucking badly to say I’m indifferent and she does nothing to me, but then I’d be a damn liar. As much as I hate my reaction, I can’t fight evolution. Doesn’t mean I have to accept my fate…

At the core, I know my reaction is my parents’ fault. I’m not an idiot, but their decisions have scarred me. After losing my dad, I haven’t spoken to Mom for years because each time I do, it brings back a reminder of the fucked-up world we live in and how easily it can burn down around you.

Not wanting to relive that bullshit, I grunt under my breath and push off the wall just as Jasper rushes up the stairs after heading out on some late-night shopping spree the moment we arrived back home. Sure enough, his hands are full of paper bags filled with what looks like boxes of chocolates, cookies, and wine.

I roll my eyes at the sight.

He catches me and says, “Go fuck yourself. Just admit you’re jealous.” Then he darts past me and into her bedroom, ready to shower her with treats.

As I push away from the wall, a bitter taste coats my mouth. Me, jealous? Right! That’s a joke. I’m Reed, guitarist for Fever, and I can have any girl I want, and I sure as fuck don’t do jealousy.

Yet she’s on my mind all day. She’s only been with us one fucking day, and everything’s already gone haywire.

I stroll away from the room, from her giggles and gushing, from the confusion that this is happening so fast. I’m not ready for my body to crave an Omega. I shake my head, picturing Danica in Seth’s arms, the way she looks so vulnerable yet so desperate for him. It’s damn unnerving to have this sensation creeping up on me, this interest in someone I barely know.

Heading downstairs, I can’t get her out of my head—her blushing cheeks, her shy smile. The thought of making her writhe beneath me is fucking destroying me.

Down in the entertainment room—aka the basement—I head for the big screen and grab the controllers. Before I know it, I’m slouching in my favorite position in the middle of the leather couch, speeding down the track, ready to smash my last score and get Danica out of my head.

I have no idea how long I’ve been playing that I barely notice when Jasper and Seth join me. Each grabs a controller, flops down on either side of me on the oversized couch, and soon they’re part of the race in the next round.

“You vanished,” Seth says, glancing at me momentarily.

“I didn’t want to cramp your style,” I reply, my attention fixed on the screen. “Plus, I would have thought you got your fair share of the Omega earlier tonight.”

“Don’t blame you for being bitter, Reed,” Jasper blurts out, currently racing to overtake Seth’s car. “I wanted to be with her so badly, it chewed me up on the inside. I swore I could hear her crying out from the bathroom when we were out there entertaining the family.” He glances at Seth, who chuckles in response.

“I was helping her in need,” he retorts with a smirk on his face.

I grumble under my breath at his kidding himself.

“Yep, helping her.” Jasper gives out a fake, loud laugh. He then expertly maneuvers his car, crashing into Seth’s, sending him spinning off the track.

I chuckle at his anger, though their conversation is really annoying me.

“Asshole. And this isn’t about us. It’s about keeping her safe and not in pain, okay?” Seth barks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jasper grumbles, his focus back on the game. “But just so we’re clear... next time she needs help, it’s me who goes to do it first.”

“You bet,” Seth states.

“You two should listen to yourselves.” I shake my head. “She’s only been with us today… TODAY! And look at you both bickering like love-sick idiots.”

Jasper pauses the game abruptly and turns to me, his mouth pinched tight.

“Which begs the question… what the hell are you doing?”

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