Page 19 of Pit Stop

I’m here to enjoy myself and forget about Maverick. Yes, that’s exactly what I need to do. Maybe I can even make friends with someone, another alpha perhaps.

Someone that Forest won’t be all up in my grill about when I go into heat again.

“Hiya!” a cute guy says from behind the counter, his grin wide as he meets my gaze. My thoughts move from finding someone to the guy in front of me. “What can I get you?”

I shuffle on my feet, realizing that I didn’t even look at what’s being served, too focused on Mav and his dick.

“Uh, what’s good?”

He shrugs. “Depends on what you like.”

“Um, how about something sweet?”

“Sure thing. I’ll surprise ya!”

“Great. Thanks.”

I move out of the way of the next customer and take in the crowd. It’s dim inside the large space, but I can make out the people in attendance. All long, flowing skirts and ripped jeans. They all look much cooler than me. I should have had Rob dress me before I left. But I was in a hurry. I didn’t want to have a sex talk with Forest again so I just left the house in what I was lounging around in.

Glancing down at my phone, I see a misspelled message from Delphine stating that she is almost here and to save her a seat. At least, I think that’s what she’s trying to tell me.

I haven’t even thought that far ahead yet. I’m still trying to survive ordering coffee.

Gods, how Forest thinks I’m better than Maverick is beyond me. I’m currently struggling in the real world. I was always better at school. I’m out of my element here in public.

“Here ya go!” the guy from behind the counter chirps.

I jump slightly and take it from him. “Thank you.”

“Hope you like it, and if not, then let me know and I’ll fix it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” I reply and then move away from him, searching for a seat in the crowded space. Apparently the young wolves in the clan really enjoy spending their time crooning on about feelings.

Perhaps if I did that, I’d be more well-rounded.

Maybe I should get on stage and tell everyone how I’m feeling.

I think about that just for a second before shaking it off.

Hell fucking no. No way.

As I take in the hard wooden stools that are currently open, my ass aches, so I frantically search for something softer, like that huge couch over there with overstuffed cushions. But it’s full of people and I don’t want to intrude.

“Skye-a-poo. You made it!” Delphine calls as she pulls me into a hug from behind. I didn’t even see her enter, but it is kinda dark in here. “I thought you’d text and cancel.”

“It crossed my mind for a minute, but I’m here,” I say with a laugh. “And stop calling me that name.”

“I can’t help it. You’re such a cutie pie and a little shit.” She grins at me and then loops her arm through mine. “Anyway, come on, over here.”

She drags me to the sofa I was just ogling and we squish in next to two guys who look effortlessly moody, matching the atmosphere perfectly. They scoot over for us, even though Delphine seems to be sitting on one of their laps.

“Oh, I’m so glad you made it. I was told…” her voice trails off as she cranes her neck and then grins. “Oh my gods, look over there. That guy with the neck tattoo…”

“Wait, what were you told?”

“Oh, never mind that. Look at that guy, the one in the leather jacket!”

I turn my head to where she’s waving her hand. “Yeah, what about him?” I ask, not really checking him out at all. I don’t care to look.

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