Page 69 of Pack Fever

I’m lost in the melody, every note resonating with dreams I once had about singing, the same ones I’ve kept hidden for years. For the first time in so long, something inside me stirs a sense of peace inside me about my passion.

The longer I listen to his tune, the more it feels as though there’s an invisible thread connecting us, even without him knowing. I’m utterly entranced by his music. There’s a rawness to the tune, as if he’s pouring his heart into each note. I absolutely love the song.

He’s strumming his guitar, creating a melody that feels it’s meant just for me.

With my eyes closed, I quietly hum along to the addictive tune that’s imprinting itself on my mind. Sometimes, you hear a song and know instantly it’s everything. This is that melody. It takes me to another place, to a world with no worries and where fears fade away.

The music floats through me, my toes tapping.

Then it stops abruptly, and my eyes spring open.

Silence fills the house once more, and I figure he’s finished for the night.

“I know you’re out there,” Seth finally says.

My heart skips a beat.

“You gonna come in or pretend you’re not here?”

I laugh quietly and push myself to my feet before sauntering over and opening his door.

“Do you sing, Danica?” he asks out of the blue.

I pause in the doorway, staring at this gorgeous man, who looks like he’s just climbed out of bed, those eyes captivating. My heart races at his question.

“Oh, I don’t sing. Not at all.”

He’s on his feet, placing the guitar on his dresser before turning back to me with an arched eyebrow.

“I heard you humming out there, and back at Nocturne, you were belting out that song. Your voice was incredible.”

I squirm internally at his compliment. It comes from the promise I made myself after Dad’s death. I can’t sing, not in front of others, not for a foolish career, not after my decision made me lose my father. I breathe heavily while pushing a smile on my lips, so Seth doesn’t ask more questions.

“The club was super busy,” I say with a chuckle. “Pretty sure you heard wrong. And just before, it’s only a hum. I don’t sing. I can’t.”

He studies me, and I kick myself for overexplaining. Then he flops down on the edge of the bed.

“Okay. Anyway, I heard you were in a bit of trouble up on the rooftop the other day.” He pats the bed, offering me an invitation I simply can’t resist.

On fast feet, I cross the room and hop up on the bed on the opposite side of him. On the inside, I’m unsure if he’s referring to me being snatched by that loser, Jasper hurting him, or Reed catching Jasper and me in the elevator. Just thinking about it has my cheeks burning up.

Sitting on the bed with my feet folded under me, he turns to face me, legs crossed and leaning back on his arms.

“Did Jasper tell you about the incident?” I ask, studying him, trying to work out how much he knows.

My heart beats faster being this close to him again, inhaling his scorching hot scent that has me swaying. I glance at one of his pillows, contemplating grabbing it and pressing my face into it, inhaling his masculine ginger and oak scent. That’s how I know I’m not in control of myself in the slightest.

He nods in response, giving nothing away. In all honesty, I prefer not to talk about that day to anyone but Jasper. I’m too embarrassed, yet it’s a day I’ll never forget. I had sex for the first time with the drummer of Fever, of all Alphas. Just thinking of it brings tingles to my insides, but I’m easily distracted by Seth, who studies with his sharp gaze.

Seth nods, which I assume is in response to my question, but he doesn’t elaborate, and I hate that I want so badly to know what he found out. I keep my lips sealed before I embarrass myself more.

“How are you really feeling with your heat?” he finally asks, his tone sincere. “I’ve been so damn caught up with the upcoming tour, but I wish I could be around you more.”

Warmth creeps up my cheeks. “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine,” I lie terribly. When my heat comes, it rips me apart.

“Are you?” One of his thick eyebrows quirks up. “That’s not what Reed told me.”

My eyes widen in surprise. That bastard told him. I mentally kick myself for not smothering him to death with a pillow when I had the chance.

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