Page 51 of Pack Scratch Fever
“I’ll make it work,” I promise her.
She nods. “We’ll see,” she says. “You’re lucky Avery is so sweet. He put in a good word for you, you know.”
I don’t know what my packmate could have said to make Piper have even an ounce of patience with me, but I’m glad he did.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and for the first time in forever, I ignore it.
I’m too busy breathing in the Omega in front of me.
I’m busy staring at the mating gland and wanting to rub my scent all over her.
“I could make dinner for you,” I murmur, the idea leaving my mouth before I stop myself.
She raises an eyebrow. “Dinner?”
I nod, and Alvin squirms in my arms. “You saved my herb garden. It’s a gesture of goodwill, and I have plenty of herbs to cook with.”
She gapes. “You want tocookforme?”
I’m surprised at her reaction.
Who were the Alphas in her past?
Did no one cook for her during her Heat, at least?
“Consider it a way of getting back on your good side,” I reply. “One plant isn’t going to cut it.”
She looks at a loss for words, her cheeks flaming pink. “Sure, if you want to.”
“I do.”
I want to cook for her, take care of her, spoil her…
Scent match.
My inner Alpha is unraveling, throwing himself against the bars of his enclosure, ready to come out.
Finally alive again after being neglected for so long.
Alvin scrambles out of my arms and runs to the door of the cat playroom and whines at the glass, pawing at the cat on the other side of the door.
“What the hell?” Piper says, then gasps. “No. Way.” She looks at me, expressive eyes wide with shock as her mouth falls open. “Oh my god.”
A fluffy grey cat sits on the opposite side of the door, and Alvin raises his paw to it. But the cat is looking intently at me, its pinched face eyeing me. Yellow eyes blink slowly at me, all while Piper watches in disbelief.
“Are you alright?” I ask her, her scent filling the room. Lemon bars and powdered sugar invade my senses, and I subtly inhale a deep breath.
It’s the hypnotizing aroma of her joy.
Her mouth splits into a huge smile, so breathtaking it makes me freeze.
She’s doing it all while looking atme.
“He never does that,” she whispers, letting out a delighted huff. “Never.Ever.”
“That cat?” I ask, receiving another slow blink from the creature.
“Mister Whiskers.” Piper continues to smile as honeyed lemon essence emanates from her. “Mister Whiskers is cleaning himself in front of you. He blinked at you.”
