Page 32 of Pack Scratch Fever
“Hmm.” I continue to brush Alma, my stomach doing flips at the mention of the Alphas.
Ever since the other night, I’ve been on a chaotic nesting spree.
I reached out to my doctor, finally honest about what I had been doing with my suppressants, and she wrote me a prescription for a different brand, one that I can slowly taper off of.
But holy hell. Theside effects.
I went on a shopping spree last night, picking up fivenew special nesting blankets, all made of artificial down and incredibly soft.
I also purchased a new body pillow that is bigger than me so that I can cuddle it in the middle of the night.
I woke up in the morning with my mouth buried in a corner of the pillow, drooling all over the place.
My doctor mentioned that I might have strange dreams, but she didn’t mention how vivid they would be.
Maddox. Avery. Poe.
Sometimes we’re all cuddling, snug in my nest.
Other times, Poe is riding a giant Mister Whiskers like a horse, wearing a ridiculous cowboy hat.
This pack has made me a mess, and we’re not even dating.
We’re not doing anything—we’ve interactedonce, and all I can think about is them.
“Have you looked at our website yet?” Blair continues, seemingly oblivious to my freak out.
I frown. “Not since the other day. Why?”
She looks at me and grins. “Check it.”
I stop brushing Alma to open my phone and pull up the rescue’s website.
“Oh,” I say.
It looks professional now. Blair and I did our best before, but neither of us wanted to drop a couple hundred dollars to change it.
The new website is sleek and easy to navigate, while still keeping the bright, cheerful theme.
It looksperfect.
“Maddox did that,” Blair says, and my heart beats wildly at the mention of the ginger-scented Alpha. “He said it was to repay us for helping them.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body. “Really?” I murmur. “That’s…amazing.”
I browse the website, in awe at how professional it looks. It will probably increase visits to the adoption pages, and in turn, get more cats adopted.
“Wow,” I breathe, a deep wave of emotion washing over me.
More cats will have homes because of this.
More lives saved.
My eyes blur with tears, and I can’t stop smiling, all over awebsite.
Those suppressants are truly screwing with my emotions.
“Even if you’re not interested in them,” Blair adds, “Avery and Maddox seem like genuinely good people to have in our corner. They want to help us, and I don’t think we should turn away anyone who wants to do good by the cats.”
