Page 75 of This Pack of Ours

“Yes,” said Kit. “That pack is my scent match.”

“I see,” the officer sighed and offered Kit a pitying look. “We are following up on reports that she’s engaged in sexual relations with your pack.”

“Yes. And?” Kit replied. Weasel-face blinked at him, then glanced down at his clipboard and back up. I almost laughed at his confusion. This whole thing stunk of Esme’s nasty cigarette smoke and heavy perfume. Of course she’d want these officers to come in here and accuse Kit’s pack of cheating on him with me.

Then, in theory, Kit would dump us both and he’d be back on track with her evil plan.

“Right,” the officer said, still a bit thrown. His attention turned back to me.

“Are you up to date with your birth control measures?" he asked. I nodded.

“Alright. Have you had any unplanned pregnancies that have not been reported?”

I shook my head.

“I’m going to need you to take a vaginal semen sample and this pregnancy test for us,” said the weasel-face. I could feel myself flushing, and hoped they thought it was embarrassment and not anger.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, sir," said Kit, curling his toes as he shifted on his feet. “She’s on birth control and her heat just ended a few days ago.”

“These tests are a routine part of our investigative visits,” moustache replied flatly, holding out two boxes.

“I won’t take the semen sample,” I growled.

“Miss, we need to verify?—”

“You can verify with me,” I said, furious. “Yes, I’ve fucked all of them in the last week, multiple times. If you need more details, I can write out a timeline. Maybe draw some diagrams?”

Kit’s hand moved to my head, his nails running across my scalp in gentle circles. I snapped my mouth shut, cutting off the rest of my outburst. The officers were both looking at me, tense, and I could see one’s eyebrows furrowing.

“So, since she’s confirmed it,” Kit offered these undeserving bastards his sweetest smile, “surely you don’t need her to do the sample as well?”

The moustache folded his arms, but he’d relaxed a bit. The shorter one shrugged and put one of the boxes back. He held out the other one to me.

Before I could snatch it, Kit took it gently and passed it to me. This was fucking degrading, and I stormed to the bathroom to pee on the fucking stick.

Moustache followed, and I turned to look at him in irritation as he stepped into the bathroom with me.

“Sorry, miss, we have to make sure this test is genuine, and that you don’t attempt to dispose of any contraband,” he said, leaning against the door.

My fingernails dug painfully into my skin as I glared at him, and I deliberately took a deep breath, closing my eyes, and focusing on Kit’s sweet almond scent. How it surrounded me like my own personal bubble of protection.

Don’t give them a reason to take you away from me.

Somehow, I didn’t punch the officer in the face or slam the door on his foot. I opened the test, and then glared at him, not breaking eye contact as I peed on the fucking stick. He couldn’t hold my gaze, looking away, moustache twitching, which I counted as a win.

I returned to my bar stool, Kit winding his arm around me again.

“Have you ever tried to conceive a child?” the weasel-face asked me directly. I shook my head. Maybe I fucking should, to send another big fuck you to the GPRE.Here’s a little baby rogue alpha, merry fucking Christmas.Though at this point, there was a chance the birth control had fucked with my fertility permanently. “Have you ever worn any illegal contacts that changed the color of your eyes to conceal your gold pack designation?”

I shook my head.

“Alright, miss. We will be doing a full search of your apartment for any illegal items.”

By searching, they meant ‘utterly destroying’. I twitched as they started cutting open our couch cushions, and Kit switched to a full body hug, his calm aura sweeping over me again. I stared at our living room as they tore it apart, shaking with rage. The bathroom was taken apart next, our bottles and toiletries left scattered on the counter.

I could barely breathe, but Kit’s purr grounded me as they tore out my perfectly ordered linen closet, leaving everything on the ground. They disappeared into the spare room next.

I snarled as they opened the door to our room.

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