Page 51 of Pit Stop

“Nothing can be done unless we go the shaman route.”

Sage’s eyebrows rise. “Oh, interesting. I know of a couple clans that have those. Red is in town. I could probably ask him if he knows of one.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know if I want to get involved with that guy.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to get involved with him,” Forest chimes in, but Sage just shakes his head.

“You won’t get into the clan without an invite. They’re very protective.”

“Didn’t he get kicked out of his clan?” Glenn asks, and Sage turns his gaze to my bear of a brother.

“No, he left, but he can still extend an invite. I’ll take care of this. Unless you don’t want to dissolve this bond?”

I realize that I’ve moved over to Maverick and am cuddling into his chest.

Blushing, I push away from him, adjusting my glasses as I go.

“No, we do. It’s just new. The doctor said feeling the need to be close is perfectly normal.”

“So, will you be moving in then?” Forest grits out, and Maverick shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t know. Whatever is best for Skye.”

He peers over at me, and I purse my lips, trying my best not to scoot over to him once more. Something is tugging inside of me, pulling me toward him, and it takes everything within me not to melt into his side.

Being bonded is so different and weird.

And this internal itch seems to only apply to omegas because Maverick is not having the same issue as I am. He seems completely unaffected.

“Yeah, I’ll be moving in with him,” I say when I see my brothers all staring at me. “I refuse to have you all up in mybusiness. This is bad enough without you all breathing down my neck.”

Maverick huffs next to me, but I ignore him. I’m worried that if I look at him, his hardness will propel me closer.

“Probably for the best,” my dad says, and Glenn nods.

“And when Sage gets an invite and a date we can all head up north together.”

“Great, so now that’s settled. When is dinner?” River asks, and Forest slaps him on the back of the head once more.

“Ow! Hey! I’m hungry. It was a good question.”

“I can make something if you can wait a bit,” I say as Mav moves up to me, placing a hand on my waist and leading me toward the porch.

“I’ll help. You’re still exhausted.”

That warms my heart, my stomach fluttering at the way he sees me. “I’m fine, so you don’t need to help if you just wanna hang out.”

“No, I want to,” he says, his finger sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin. It makes me lean into him despite telling myself not to. I can’t help it though, the pull, the tug. It’s winding around me, almost tightly. I can’t do anything to resist it.

“The youngest mated before all of you,” my dad murmurs, and I roll my eyes.

“It wasn’t planned, okay?”

He huffs and then takes a seat in his chair, lighting up a cigar and letting smoke float from his mouth. Forest and Glenn join him, and a moment later, the three of them are debating the merits of the color of the power tools in their garage.

Mav and I make our way into the kitchen, River and Sage following us.

“Lazy alphas,” Sage mutters as he leans against the island and watches as I pull things from the fridge.

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