Page 13 of Pack Scratch Fever
The dark-haired Alpha tilts his head. “A what?”
“A Siamese,” I explain. “But we call them Meezers.”
“She’s gorgeous,” the blonde Alpha says softly.
My heart pounds at the gentle expression he gives the kitten.
“We have space for her,” I say. “Once she gets vaccinated and fixed, she’ll be one of the first to get adopted out. I just need you to fill out some paperwork.”
“Thank you,” the dark-haired Alpha sighs. “We would keep her, but our roommate…you know how it is.” He shrugs. “Some people just aren’t fun.” He looks at me pointedly, a hunger in his eyes.
Blair comes to take the kitten from me. “Having a pet is a big responsibility,” she says, cradling the ball of fur. “We’ll take care of her, though.”
He turns his attention to Blair, but all the intensity he had in his eyes disappears. “You guys are famous, right?” he asks. “Avery and I looked you up online before we came.”
I glance at the other Alpha, who still has a sweet smile on his face.
Avery.
“I’m Piper, by the way,” I say, and he reaches out his hand to take mine.
“Avery. And my friend is Maddox.”
I pretend not to be affected by the simple act of a handshake.
But I realize with a start that I haven’t touched an Alpha in…forever.
When the creepy or annoying ones come around, I make sure that there’s always a respectable distance.
I don’t flirt back.
I have no interest.
My stomach cramps, and I do my best to keep a straight face as I inhale Avery’s sweet, comforting scent.
Oh, no.
They need to leave.
“Here,” I say quickly, yanking open the desk drawer and placing the form on the table. “Since we’re technically closed, if you could just fill out this form, we can take care of everything from there.”
I can feel Blair’s eyes watching me. She’s known me long enough to recognize the subtle panic in my voice, and I’m sure she has an idea why.
The Alpha’s scents are affecting me way too much.
First Poe and now Avery and Maddox…
I’ve got to get home.
“Do you ever need volunteers?” Maddox asks, and I almost choke. I practically throw the pen at Avery, who frowns when he takes it and begins to scribble in his info.
“We always need volunteers!” Blair says cheekily. “Volunteers or donations! There are always more cats to help, right, Pipe?”
I turn to Blair, who is watching me with a smirk on her face. I purposely ignore Maddox’s stare and keep my eyes locked with my best friend.
I want to kill her.
But who am I to turn down what’s best for the cats?
