Page 29 of Snows Sinful Seven

I didn’t want to come, but Dallas and Gabe insisted we come for a few hours of work, giving Snow some time to sleep. Dallas got to stay behind, and I don’t think that’s fair. Okay, he’s home sleeping and he does deserve to take it easy. But what if he wakes up, meets Snow and she falls madly in love with him before we even get back?

Dallas did say it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea for Snow to wake up to six monsters looming over her. He has apoint. None of us even know if Snow is aware of Lycans or if she’s even met one before.

It’s not uncommon for people to be frightened when they first see one of us, let alone six.

The idea of Snow being afraid and rejecting us has the smile slipping from my face.

“You okay?” Sullivan asks before sneezing in my damn face.

“Do you mind?” I sigh heavily.

“Sorry,” he wipes his nose. “So much damn dust down here.”

Gabe is still watching me. I swing my headlamp over to him, and he shields his eyes. “Do you mind?” he growls, mocking me.

“Oh, shit, sorry.” I shut the lamp off and move to lean against the wall. “Have any of us stopped to think what happens if Snow doesn’t want us?”

All the guys stop working—except Sterling who’s sitting on a rock nearby, passed out—letting their arms fall to their sides. We all share a look.

“Fuck,” Sullivan groans. “No, but now I am.”

“Of course, I’ve thought about it,” Gabe growls. “It’s all I’ve been fucking thinking about since we left the house. You are all happy and head over heels excited we found our mate. But did you really stop and think that there’s a very good fucking chance that she’s not going to want us? She’s a damn princess. And we’re monsters. She’s not going to want us when she could literally have any man she wants.”

A heavy feeling sinks in my stomach at his words.

“Gabe,” Brady’s normally quiet voice has a bit of a bite to it. “That's enough.”

Gabe’s attention snaps over to the white beast. His face softens slightly. “I don’t mean to be a dick, Brady,” he starts, earning a snort from Sullivan. Gabe shoots him a glare before bringing his attention back to Brady. “But I have a point.”

“Okay, yes, you have a point. But you don’t have to try and bring us down with it. I think before we get it in our heads that she already hates us, why don’t we go home and talk to the girl?”

“I like his idea.” I nod my head. “I’d like to avoid a mental breakdown of rejection if possible.”

Gabe rolls his eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

“So, can we, like, go home now?” I ask eagerly, grinning from ear to ear, that excitement rushing back.

Gabe grumbles, “Fine.”

“Yes!” I grab my things and rush over to Sterling. “Yo, Sterling, wake up!”

He mumbles something but doesn’t open his eyes.

“Wake the fuck up, or we’re leaving you behind,” Gabe barks, making Sterling jump up.

“I’m awake. I’m awake.” He bends over and grabs his pick, ready to work.

“Too late for that.” Sullivan rolls his eyes. “Could have used you an hour ago.”

“Did I fall asleep again?” Sterling asks with a guilty expression.

“Yes.” We all answer at once.

“I’m sorry! It’s the damn insomnia. I have no issues staying awake all night. Yet as soon as morning hits, that's when the sleepiness does.”

“You should take the sleeping pills Dallas prescribed you,” Gabe tells him.

“But they make me feel gross,” he counters before yawning wide. He looks around. “Are we done or something?”

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