Page 9 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

“You have to come back. Tagge is here. Withhis sister.”

The emphasis he puts on the last two words has me wishing someone else could be Alpha.

I glare into the night sky. “What the fuck are they doing there?”

“Presumably so you can be mates.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Shifters don’t get headaches, but my head just started pounding. Just this once, I wish I didn’t have to deal with a mess of my own making.

Finan warned me that snarling at Tagge would lead to consequences. He’s not the type to be smug or rub something in my face that I should have seen coming. Thank fuck.

“Can’t you take care of it?”

He sighs. “I am not interested in being mates with his sister, Aren. There’s a lot I will do for you, but that is one bridge I won’t cross.”

“Does she look diseased?” I ask, curious despite myself.

Tagge, the Wolf Lord of Starling’s Peak, Washington State, wouldn’t have been trying to get rid of his sister if there wasn’t something seriously wrong with her. He’s been attempting it for three months, which makes me think it’s serious.

Try as I might, I can’t envision what it could be.

“No. She looks fine. Seems fine. A bit quiet.”

I wave my hand in the air. “Then what’s the problem? You need a mate. I have a mate. She’s quiet, exactly your type. And it sounds as if you like her.”

I don’t actually know what his type is given he’s not one for dating. But he’s always been quiet, speaking with Dania, Leo’s mom, more than any other woman in the pack.

Another sigh drifts down the line. This one louder, as if he’s worried I might have missed the first one. “I said she seemedfine, not that I intend to tie myself to her forever. You need to come back. Tagge is being difficult.”

I consider climbing Kat’s building with a bunch of flowers that can serve as my apology, so I won’t have to say it. It’s twenty floors. With balconies, a climb like that would barely test my abilities. Would she appreciate the effort I’m going to, or will she shove me off her balcony?

I recall the growl in her voice and the wolf in her beautiful, pale blue eyes. At the time, I’d been turned on by her anger. Now I consider her response with clinical detachment.

For one brief moment, as she was ordering me to leave, I could’ve sworn I caught a hint of her arousal. But that was right before she threatened to throw me out of her apartment window.

Now I’m not sure.

Women like flowers, and Kat didn’t have any in her apartment, so she’d appreciate the… roses? Lilacs? Whatever other flowers I can buy at a grocery store at nine p.m.

I can’t leave things with Kat like this. I was wearing down her defenses, getting her to open up.

My wolf snorts his amusement.

I growl at him to shut up. I understand people. He understands animals. We have our strengths and reading women isnotone of his.

“You can handle Tagge,” I say to Finan. “Try that diplomacy on him that you’re always trying with me. It’ll work.”

It won’t work.

Tagge is a Wolf Lord. I might not appreciate the guy’s persistence in trying to shove me into bed with his sister, but we’re both Alphas who lay down the law.

Diplomacy has its place. It is not the dominant alpha’s way.

But it’ll buy me one day to get Kat to see reason. That we’re mates. We belong together, and I’ll make things up to her in ways that don’t involve me begging.

I just need time. That’s all.

“I stopped him from sitting in your chair,” he warns.

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