Page 6 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

“Wait, you can-”

I hang up and throw out my eggs, dumping the pan in my sink as I make my way to bed. I’m dropping inside it as I stare up at the ceiling like this is going to somehow make me feel better.

I will probably never see these guys again in my life. And honestly, that’s fine with me.

I think?

Scent matches are too much. People always talk them up and I’ll probably crave the scents for the rest of my life but what’s the big deal?

I’m perfectly fine on my own.

But at the same time all I can think about is how I was around four alphas I didn't know and I didn't cry. I didn’t feel scared. I didn’t feel out of control. And it’s been a long time since someone touched me and I didn’t need a day to recover.

Chance at having a pack?

What a joke.

I couldn’t even handle the idea of being with one man. What would I do with four alphas?

And yet all I can think about is four sets of eyes on me as I start to drift off to sleep for the night.

Brat.Bro.Darlin’.Princess.

CHAPTER 2

COFFEE

Jace

Now that our pack house is done you’d think we wouldn’t have to argue about coffee runs because we had a kitchen with new appliances. But after moving in this past weekend no one seems to be thinking of our pack.

Paxton went straight into business mode, Cameron locked himself in his room to play video games, and Ant had gone out to see what sort of vibe the town had. I had worked on some wood working projects in the new garage workshop that had been built into the house because we were all workaholics.

That’s what happens when a pack doesn’t have an omega to reign them in.

None of us had thought about grocery shopping so it’s me at Starbucks at seven in the morning so that we can all survive the day.

People are wandering in, like zombies as they grab their coffees off the counter and head out to work without looking at anyone. I’ve been the only one who came in and ordered in person. No one likes to interact with people anymore, thinking it’s easier not to have one on one conversations.

One of the many things wrong with the world we live in nowadays.

Or maybe I’m just getting old. That is a terrifying thought. Don’t love that.

The door opens up and I got a hit of the same peach musk from yesterday. And yet again the smell, so soft and feminine, yet tangy and unique went right to my cock and I was uncomfortable in my jeans before even getting my first sip of coffee.

It was light enough that it could be a beta wearing perfume or an omega that is trying to mask their scent.

And there was Sadie.

She was pushing her straight brown hair behind her ears, white earbuds in, making me curious what song she was listening to as she moved towards the counter for mobile orders, scanning for her name.

Of course she was the type to order ahead and avoid any human contact. She hadn’t been able to properly thank me when she had gone and nearly fell down the stairs. Of course she wasn’t going to come in and order food.

Maybe I should get my thank you now.

Moments like this I was thankful for my height.

Reaching over her I picked up the extra large coffee as her glare turned upward, her nose scrunching up in the cutest little annoyed look as her dagger eyes stabbed at me with false hostility. Her hands fisted at her sides and I waited for that foot to stomp down but she didn’t give in.

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