Page 12 of Pack Scratch Fever
One wears a soft smile and has messy golden blonde hair. He gives a smile and a friendly wave when he sees me, and the other one holding the box just smirks. He has sharp, handsome features with short black hair and knowing eyes.
“Ugh,” Blair groans. “Another drop-off. What is the point of having a sign if they don’t read it? We’ve been closed for half an hour now.”
The one with dark hair knocks again, and I sigh, standing. “You know we’re not going to say no to a cat if we have space,” I mutter.
“I know,” Blair huffs.
I unlock the door and give both of the Alphas a polite smile. “Hi, we’re actually closed for the evening,” I say. “Can you come back tomorrow?”
But as the breeze hits me, so do their scents.
Judging by the way my body responds, my suppressants haven’t been doing anything for me.
My knees almost buckle when I inhale them.
The blonde one with the box smells like sweet chamomile tea, like a comforting cup I would drink in the summer. He’sslightly floral and nutty with a tantalizing aroma that makes my heart pound. The other Alpha, the one with icy blue eyes that pierce through me, has a ginger and pepper scent. Still slightly sweet, but with a kick.
They’re both mouthwatering to smell and to look at.
I panic.
I want to shut the door in their faces and never see them again, because they smell utterly tempting.
Just as delicious as Poe, but in their own ways.
“I know you’re closed,” the dark-haired one purrs. “But we could really use your help.”
My body shivers at his voice. It’s rich and low, with a commanding bass that makes my stomach flip.
A slightmewcomes from the uncovered box, and I snap out of my stupor.
I was never going to reject a cat when we have the space.
“We would really appreciate it,” the blonde one says, his tone sincere. “We know you’re the best place to go, and we would be forever grateful.”
Blair snorts behind me, and my lip twitches.
“Alright, well, when you say it likethat,” I murmur, swinging the door open. “Come on in.”
They’re handsome, my body has a reaction to them, but that doesn’t mean anything.
The cat is the important part.
The blonde Alpha places the box gently on the counter. “I hope you have room,” he says politely, gifting me a small, sweet smile. “We understand if you don’t.”
I study him. He’s wearing an emerald green V-neck shirt and light wash jeans, and his amber eyes stand out in contrast to his outfit.
“Yeah, we know you’re the best around here,” the other Alpha says, looking at Blair then shooting me a quick wink. He’s in ablack sweatshirt and dark jeans, and chipped black nail polish colors his fingers.
He’s the exact opposite of the other Alpha.
I catch Blair’s expression, and she rolls her eyes and quirks her lip. At least they didn’t come in just to flirt—they came to seek help for a kitten.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” I say, “and then we’ll go from there.”
I reach into the box and pluck out a cream-colored kitten with a brown face and ears, along with icy blue eyes. It gives me a slow blink, and I cradle it to my chest.
“Oh,” Blair breathes. “You found a Meezer.”
