Page 109 of Sunshine

“Which is why this is the right decision.” Chief Jackson nodded. “Finish cleaning the living room and then head home. You’re going to need to save some energy to clean your own house.”

My instincts twitched. Chief was right of course. Ohmygod, I would need to clean from top to bottom. It was filthy.

“Your heat leave starts tomorrow.” He nodded at Chloe. “We already have the schedule worked out. You’ve got a new beta, and that alone is going to throw the dynamics off a little.”

“Sorry, Chief…” I started an apology, but he smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, Kahele. It’s the best reason for your pack dynamics to be shifting.”

I almost told him we hadn’t bonded Sunshine—yet—but it didn’t seem to matter that she wasn’t bonded into the pack.

I went back to scrubbing the living room and finished with the kitchen. Thoughts swirled in my head, but I didn’t give voice to anything. Chloe stuck around to see if I was okay. Once I resumed my manic scrubbing, she told me to let her know if I needed anything and fled for the weight room.

Finished, I told Chloe I was going home and left early. I arrived at the house sore and annoyed.

I opened the door, the familiar scents of pack and home rushing over me, soothing all my frazzled nerves.

It was dead quiet. For once I had the house to myself. It was sort of nice. I plopped down on the couch, wishing I’d thought to get food out of the fridge before sitting down.

I texted the pack group message, telling everyone I’d come home early, that I was fine, and there was no need for anyone else to leave work.

The replies started a few moments later.

Luca:

I can leave now, pick up some food on the way home.

I grinned.

Julian:

No. I’m going to clean our filthy house, and I don’t need your sexy alpha scent around distracting me.

Sunshine:

Are you sure?

I only have one more meeting. I can help.

Luca:

Yeah, we can help. ;) ;) ;) ;)

Through our bonds, I felt his arousal and amusement. I knew he would love nothing better than to come home and fuck me. On the floor. On the couch. In our bed. In the nest.

I shivered at the thought, my cock getting hard. But my skin still felt too tight, and the itch in my brain saw every speck of dust.

Julian:

Tomorrow.

I’m taking heat leave starting tomorrow.

Let me have my OCD meltdown in peace.

Thankfully, they both agreed, and I was free to start my deep-clean of the house. I knew it was actually already clean, since Logan was the neat freak of the pack. But the itchy part of my brain that was all omega instinct insisted everything be scrubbed and washed and wiped down.

An hour later, I looked around, satisfied that I’d made progress. I was also annoyed that I was alone.

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