Page 18 of Bliss & Her Idols

“Yoursource,” Chase says, suggestively. “Good work. He’s already managed to get into your pants.”

I flip Chase off, before dragging out my phone.

I can’t help my cheeks heating at the sound of the chirping or the image of the cute golden cartoon Cricket that flashes up.

It’s my alert that Cricket has sent me a private and encoded message.

I frown. Anxiety spikes through me.

It’s hardly past ten o’clock.

Cricket has never messaged me before midnight.

He’s avoided explaining the reason beyond loving being thelast person to say goodnight to me, before knowing that I’msnuggling down to sleep in my nest.

It sounds like something a possessive Alpha would say.

I clutch my phone, stiffening with concern.

Is Cricket okay? What’s happened?

I’ve grown addicted to his nightly messages. He’s become my partner in crime.

A gut instinct of dread curls in my guts.

“You’d better go and check what your bug wants,” Piper says.

“Cricket.”

“Insect, right.” Piper grins at my hiss of outrage. “Chase and I can take the coffee and pastries around Haven now. Then when we’ve finished, we can enjoy a slice of your cake.”

I nod.

My phone chirps again.

I smile, softly.

My sweet, geeky Cricket is getting impatient.

“He’s the only one who makes you look like that.” Chase cocks his head. He studies me intently. “I like it.”

Confused, I turn to the door, which leads toward the stairs.

Piper and I live in a small flat above the shop.

“Like what?” I ask, pushing open the door.

“Kind of soft. Relaxed.Happy,” Chase replies.

I blush but can’t stop the sudden burst of pheromones.

“Called it. Smelled it,” Piper mutters.

Maybe it’s not always a positive thing to have an Omega brother.

Chase crosses his arms. “Just something to think about. If a man, whether he’s a Beta, Alpha, or Omega, contacts you every night before you sleep, chats about his day and asks about yours, and makes sure that his is the last voice that you’ll hear before you sleep, then he’s not only a source. Trust me, that’s him courting you. That’s him falling for you. That’s him being more than your friend but being too shy to tell you. He’s this socially anxious cute sheep, right? Then why don’t you do what our pack does best andhunthim, Little Wolf?”

My blush deepens.

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