Page 14 of You're Not My Mate

This was so wrong. She knew she shouldn’t go on a date with him because he’d been a total asshole to her. He should be the last person she spent time with, but he was also the only person she wanted to spend time with.

“When did my life get so messed up?” It was in these moments that she missed her parents. They would have known exactly what to do.

Chapter Five

“You’ve changed your outfit five times,” Enzo said. “That must mean you’re going on a date.”

“I’ve asked you to leave my room, and you keep insisting on staying.” Alpha had drawn up a schedule that would keep round-the-clock supervision on Graham. They were also having to constantly search the perimeter, and Alpha was doing all he could to reach out to other packs in the hope of someone telling them they’re getting these people.

Rocco had a horrible feeling that something was luring them to the Poison Wolves MC pack. When that other doctor visited a short while ago, they hadn’t encountered any of Milton’s experiments. Not then, nor since. Only their pack seemed to be drawing them in, and he didn’t like it. Did it mean a witch had cast a spell? Someone within their pack had been associated with Milton by some kind of tracking ability.

He asked Graham, but that guy knew less than Elizabeth, which wasn’t good.

It would seem Milton had become a lone wolf. He’d gone out on his own and done a great deal of work that hadn’t been on paperwork. They shouldn’t have killed him, because now they had more questions than when he’d been alive. He wanted to scream but instead looked in the mirror.

The five outfit changes had all been the same, but a pair of pants had been a little too tight. One of his shirts had a stain, or looked slightly grey, which he didn’t like. He didn’t even know if Rose was going to be ready for this date. He’d been tempted to cancel it so many times.

“What can I say? Your room has a certain ambiance for my knitting,” Enzo said.

Rocco frowned. He had an entire set of drawers filled with sweaters, socks, and even tank tops that Enzo had knitted forhim. Now, the club brother had never seen him in any of them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wear them. He did, when it was too fucking cold and he was freezing his balls off. The brother was one hell of a knitter, and Rocco loved the stuff he made for him.

“Ambiance?”

“We’re getting closer to fall, and I like things to be a certain way. The glow of the lamp. It’s getting dark outside, and I have my traditions.”

“You’re fucking weird.”

“Yeah, and you love me still, so who is the lucky lady?” Enzo asked.

“None of your business.”

And seeing as he didn’t want to talk to anyone about who he was going out on a date with, he grabbed his keys and headed out of the room. Enzo was going to be easy to avoid. He loved his knitting so much that he simply wouldn’t follow him.

The only problem was getting out of the clubhouse and in his car.

He could climb out the bathroom window, take off through the woods, and walk. Rocco was not in the mood for questions tonight. He also wasn’t going to encounter anyone who would ask him to take up their shift in babysitting Graham. Tonight, he was taking Rose on a date and trying to mend the bad shit he’d put in place.

He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and went straight toward the window. Popping it open, he climbed out with ease. Someone else was going to have to close the window, but he was in the clear.

With it getting colder, there were not a lot of people outside, and he made it to his car. Sliding the key into the ignition, he twisted it, purring his car to life. With no one to stop him and no reason to be angry, he made his way toward Rose’scabin. He could have asked her to meet him at the bar, but that just felt cruel. This wasn’t about her meeting him, he wanted to take her on a date, and this was the best way to do it.

Her house was deep in the forest, but there was a dirt road that helped her navigate out of it with her small truck.

Rocco arrived outside her house, turned off the ignition of his car, and then just sat. Part of him wondered if he should have brought a bike. There would be no risk of conversation on a bike. With the car, there was a high risk of him fucking this up.

Running a hand down his face, he blew out a breath, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately, and he knew it was because of Milton’s experiments. He didn’t know what to call them—experiments, Milton’s mutants, the infected. There were so many different things, and yet, none of them felt appropriate.

He climbed out of his car and made his way up to Rose’s house. Knocking on the door, he waited, and kind of hoped she’d be standing at her door, waiting for him.

When she got to the door, she was a little out of breath, but seeing as they were wolves, it took her seconds to recover.

“Rocco, hey,” she said.

“Hey.”

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Uh…” She looked back behind her and nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m ready to go.”

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