Page 104 of Pack Scratch Fever
“Purring for you. Keeping you hydrated.”
“Iknow.”
“It’s just…” she shakes her head. “You know how I feel about what happened to you.”
“I know, Blair.”
“And if these guys treat you well, then that’s all I want. Oh, and maybe to find that shitty Alpha and chop his knot off.”
My best friend rarely threatens violence, but I still recall the fury in her eyes the night I showed up at her house while still experiencing symptoms from my violent Heat.
Used, abandoned, and broken.
I force out a humorless laugh. “You and me both.”
Blair shakes her head. “Anyway.So when are you seeing them again?”
“Tomorrow night, hopefully. Tonight is girl’s night.”
I barely left their packhouse yesterday morning, and despite wanting to be near them again, my friend needs my support right now.
Some hot Alphas aren’t going to distract me from that.
It was extremely difficult to say goodbye yesterday, though. Poe had quietly pulled me aside and extended his invitation to have me stay there again, and despite my yearning, I turned it down.
They may be my scent matches, but I’m still apprehensive.
Nothing this good has ever happened to me before.
Something is bound to go wrong.
If I voice that to Blair though, she’ll yell at me for being negative.
“Invite them out tonight! We’ll hang out atScents, and I can get to know them better.”
That’s Blair’s way of saying she’s ready to give them the third degree to make sure that they’re treating me well.
I don’t blame her after everything that’s happened.
We’re both protective of each other in that way, and I’m truly grateful to have her as a friend.
“We’ll see,” I say finally. “I don’t even know if they’ll want to go out. Especially Poe.”
Insecurity flares in me at the thought. Poe is addicted to his work. A workaholic suddenly won’t drop everything just to hang out with theirgirlfriend.
Is that what I am to him?
Should I be with someone who has such an unhealthy relationship with their job?
You’re the same way. Punishing yourself for not doing enough. Always having the rescue on your mind.
Never allowing yourself to just have fun, unless someone else is forcing you to do it.
“I doubt they know how to say no to you,” Blair replies, amused.
“Yeah, yeah,” I scoff, waving my hand dismissively. “Scent matches and all that. We’ll see.”
My phone buzzes and lights up with a text on the desk, and we both look at it, surprised.
