Page 30 of Pack Scratch Fever
It’s my job to pull him out of this.
“Fuck you, Maddox,” Poe sighs. “Seriously, fuck you.”
“Only if you ask nicely,” I purr, and he huffs and storms out of the living room.
“That wasn’t very helpful,” Avery says.
“Yeah, well, he’s going to need to get over it,” I say. “It’s not our fault that he can’t see what’s in front of him.”
“And what’s that?” Avery asks, turning to me.
“Our Omega,” I say.
Avery bites his lip. “I feel the same way,” he admits. “But I’m not sure she even wants to be around us right now.”
“She’s going to have to come back once those cats get trapped,” I insist. “And before then, we can win her over. Maybe not Poe, but you and I can.”
Avery gets a strange look on his face, and his eyes dart away.
“What?” I ask.
“Follow me,” he says as he stands. He leads us into the spare bedroom and flips on the light.
No. Fucking. Way.
“I started doing this after we came back from the rescue,” he admits. “I mean…I didn’t know if it was possible, but just in case she ever wanted to…”
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Well, at least we’re on the same page.”
He’s tidied up the room and changed the sheets on the queen-size bed. Extra pillows are scattered on the mattress, and the plushest throw blankets we own are piled on top.
“I mean, you know I would never dare to try to build her a nest,” he laughs nervously. “But…I mean…”
I clap him on the shoulder. “I get it,” I tell him. “You did nothing wrong. Hell, I’d be happy to help add to this.”
Avery sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out and longingly touching one of the pillows. “I really like her, Maddox,” he says softly. “I know we don’t know much about her, but her passion is really attractive. And her scent…”
“Yeah, I know,” I murmur. “Her fuckingscent.”
“She just…” Avery shakes his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, “something about her feels different.”
I nod. “I know.”
Avery is rarely affected this much by Omegas. But when he falls, he falls hard, and I can see that’s happening right now in front of me.
He’s never preemptively tried to build a nest for anyone, either.
Neither have I, but instinctively I’m shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the bed, too, so my scent permeates the room.
I’m offering her something that smells like me, even though she hasn’t expressed any interest in us and doesn’t evenknowabout this room.
Is that crazy?
Probably.
But I don’t do things halfway.
“Poe isn’t going to like this,” Avery breathes, and I scowl.
