Page 42 of Snows Sinful Seven

“Okay, fine.” I sigh, shooting him a glare. “I’m keeping an eye on her, okay? Just to make sure she’s safe.”

He cocks a brow. “And if trouble finds her, you’re not much help in here.”

“I know,” I mutter. “But I’m like allergic to everything out there.” I wave my hand towards the window.

“You could just take allergy pills, you know,” he smirks.

“And become you?” I huff out a laugh. “I think the others would kill us if there were two sleepy fuckers in this group.”

He frowns. “It’s not like I can help it.”

“And it’s not like I can either. We both suffer from something that could be fixed with meds, but we refuse to take them. I don’t think either of us have a leg to stand on when it comes to complaining.”

“You have a point,” he agrees. “But you're not going to get to know her if you're in here.”

He’s not wrong. Both he and I have been kind of keeping our distance since she arrived. It’s not that we don’t want her here—we love having her here... it’s just we don’t know where our place really is at the moment. Snow doesn’t know we’re her mates; she doesn’t seem to know that she’s an omega, either. Dallas doesn’t want us to tell her just yet because she has a lot going on, and he doesn’t want to freak her out and send her running in fear of what all this means.

Even Gabe is convinced if she spends enough time here and gets to know us, it will lessen the blow.

So far, the ones she seems to connect with have been Henry, with his outgoing, bubbly personality, and Brady, because he’s so damn sweet and quiet. I can see why she thinks he’s pretty to look at.

I don’t mind, though. She seems to have brought him out of his shell a lot in the past few days. Brady doesn’t talk to anyone, really, other than us. So, seeing him open up, laugh, smile, and talk to Snow is nice.

“Fine, but don’t come bitching to me when you get annoyed with me blowing my nose for the next hour.” I sigh, standing up from the window’s edge.

“Get out there.” He laughs, pushing me towards the door.

It’s still crazy. All of this. I’ve found my mate. Plus the fact that I share that mate with my whole pack. Although it’s not unheard of, it's just not something that happens often. Lycans are beasts, we’re monsters and more times than not, we’re alphas. That comes with a heavy dose of possessiveness and not wanting to share.

It’s why none of us got pissed when Gabe went all alpha asshole. He thought she was his and only his. We don’t blame him.

But the fact is she’s ours too.

And I couldn’t have asked to be mated to a better woman. She’s kind, sweet, and fucking hell, she smells amazing.

The wind blows, and I almost groan out loud when her sweet apple pie scent drifts towards me.

She’s very unaware that she has a scent or that we can all smell it. One that gets strong when she’s aroused. It’s nearly made us feral a few times. That's another reason I’ve stayed in the background. How do you explain to some poor girl why your cock is just out and about?

Lycans are by far growers, not showers. It’s why we don’t need to wear any clothes when we go into the village. But trust me, when we’re aroused, it’s not afraid to pop out and say hello.

That’s why when I approach Snow, I move above wind from her.

The sound of her humming makes me smile. She hasn’t realized I’m here yet, so I stand and watch her. I’m kind of concerned for the girl. I could easily be an enemy, and she would have no idea until it was too late.

Snow lets out a heavy huff of air as she sits back on her knees, wiping the sweat from her brow.

It’s sexy, honestly. She’s covered in dirt, her hair’s a mess, and she has not a single care in the world.

She’s not the princess we expected, that's for sure. She’s so much better than we could have imagined.

“Need some help?” I eventually ask before I feel like a dick for just standing here and watching. I start to regret asking when my nose begins to tingle. How the fuck can I be a monster of the forest and be allergic to the damn outside.

She jolts in surprise, wide eyes snapping over to me. I instantly feel bad for sneaking up on her.

“Oh my goodness,” she sighs, placing her hand over her heart. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” I wince. “To be fair, I’ve been standing here for a little while now. You didn’t even sense me here?”

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