Page 105 of Pack Scratch Fever
“It’s five in the morning,” Blair observes as I check it.
It’s Poe.
Good morning. Would you be interested in getting together again soon?
I snort as I reply.
He texts like an old man.
Do you want to meet up at a bar tonight? Blair works there; it’s called Scents. I can text you when we leave the rescue.
“Well, I just asked him,” I murmur.
“How did he know you would be up that early?” Blair asks.
“I just don’t think he sleeps. I don’t know if he has a realistic concept of time.”
“That’s fair.”
I doubt Poe would say yes to coming out. Avery and Maddox, maybe.
Alpha will say yes,my inner Omega supplies.He wants to see us already. Just like we need to see him. It’s been too long.
The suppressants should quiet my inner Omega, especially now that my Heat is over, but apparently, she has a mind of her own.
My phone buzzes almost immediately with his answer.
Sounds like a plan. I look forward to your text.
A grin spreads across my face.
“He said yes, didn’t he?” Blair asks knowingly.
“Yup.”
“Good. We’ll have fun tonight. Let’s celebrate you and your newfound pack instead of thinking about depressing stuff.”
I nod, still only tentatively excited.
Everything is going too well.
But the morning goes by easily, and Mari arrives around noon. She gushes about how much she loves Maddox and how polite he is.
It’s only because she doesn’t know the filthy, delicious things he did to me in the back of the pet store.
After Mari’s talked my ear off, I step out of the building to get some air. Despite my Heat ending, I’m still slightly flushed and overheated.
I sit in my car and turn on the air conditioner, the cool air blasting in my face. I lean against the seat and exhale deeply, then close my eyes.
I’m excited for tonight, but I also feel like I haven’t slept in days. My limbs are heavy, and moving the slightest bit is more difficult than it should be.
So, I allow myself a bit of time to rest.
My phone buzzes repeatedly, and I open my eyes to see the familiar numbers on the screen.
Dread curdles in my stomach.
I debate not answering. He calls only once a month at most, but when he does, it’s usually unpleasant.
