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Looks like the obsessive bastard train is pulling away from the station. I plan to be on it.

“I need to know when her next date is,” I tell Caelin, finally reaching out for a piece of pizza. Most of us haven’t been able to eat due to needing to know what the emergency was.

Thankfully, the pizza is still pretty warm, and I take a large bite, humming happily.

“I’ll be working on it,” Caelin promises. “Sometimes, Hollis’ app will do mystery matches. Aisling may be desperate enough to try it after her last few dates. Nico said they’ve all been busts. If she’s doing this so she can have a pack to ride out her heat with?—”

“Then it fucking needs to be us,” Aiden finishes. “No one else is going to see how pretty she breaks during a heat other than us. Ever. She can fuck us through it, but at some point, Aisling Sullivan will need to speak to us.”

“She could fuck and leave,” Domh says, though he flushes in anger at his words.

“Absolutely not,” Aiden growls. “I want her fucked, bonded, and packed up with us by the end of the week.”

Leaning back, I smirk at his words. I don’t care how amazing our dicks are, I highly doubt we’ll be able to make all of that happen. I’ve always loved a challenge so…

Game. Set. Match. Run, little poppet, I like the chase.

Chapter 8

Aisling

It may be Saturday, but I’m trying to stay busy today. My heat is three and a half weeks away, and I’m struggling to not panic. My father took one look at my face when I got home yesterday and handed me a pint of my favorite ice cream.

He also asked if I needed to have anyone killed, but I shook my head with a smile and went to my nest. I seriously lucked out with him. He’s amazing.

After my disastrous date, I am beginning to wonder if the dating service is a good fit for me. I filled out the application haphazardly and didn’t really think about what I wanted in a pack. It’s a science experiment, but maybe I should have taken it seriously.

This could be my fault. I’m going in to see Hollis now to figure out what my next steps should be. Should I throw in the towel, go to a bar and find an alpha to fuck me through my next heat? What a way to lose your virginity.

I think I’m dejected and depressed. Those alphas really hit my pride last night. My boots drag as I pull my coat closer tomy body. The temperature dropped this morning, and I left so quickly from the restaurant yesterday that I forgot my coat.

I don’t know if I want to return for it, I’m embarrassed that I’ve struck out so many times already while there.

Opening the door to Cupid’s Call, I draw up to my full five-foot-nine height and stride through it. I’m wearing thick knit stockings, a green dress that plays up my eyes, with a purple scarf, matching fingerless mittens, and brown boots.

My hair is wild as usual, but I did my makeup to attempt to cheer myself up a little. I hate failing at things, and this feels like a failure.

“Good morning, Aisling,” Hollis greets me, chuckling when I wrinkle my nose at her. I was up too late with my ice cream and book, doing everything possible to escape my reality.

“Good morning,” I grumble. I may have picked up coffee at my favorite Minneapolis coffee shop, but Mr. Lars wasn’t there. He hired an assistant manager in the last year since I’ve been gone. I keep hoping to run into him, but it hasn’t happened yet.

I’m happy he has more free time, he deserves it. Maybe he’s also found someone to spend it with. That’s a fun thought. Even in my daydreams, everyone is happy except for me.

“This date didn’t go well?” Hollis asks, sighing.

“They thought I was a whore for what I was proposing,” I tell her. “If I were you, I’d remove them from your app.”

“Done,” she says, pulling out her phone. “I’m removing them, and sending an email as well to explain why they’re being terminated, so spill, Aisling.”

“Alright,” I mutter. Taking a fortifying sip of my lavender latte, I launch into a recount of my date while Hollis takes notes.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “I swear, I’ve never had this happen before. I’m so sorry, and I promise this isn’t how dates typically go.”

“I think I also may have been too hasty when I completed the application,” I admit. “I said I wanted stable men who know what they want, but that’s translating into boring alphas who are also judgmental. So maybe I don’t want that at all. I don’t know if I’m a good candidate for this since I’ve never dated before.”

“Are you saying you don’t know what you want?” Hollis suggests as I nod.

“Pathetic, huh?” I sigh.

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