The bathroom door was wide open, so I walked in.
This was a nice room, right? She had a whole suite of rooms to herself, with well-made furniture, nice marble counters and plush carpets?
But could it be nicer? Did Piper need a better room?
Anything she wanted for her nest, she could have. We were the wealthiest and most powerful Alpha Pack. Our pockets were deep and endless. She knew that, right? I’d make that extra clear when we found her.
Then I saw it.
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID
Written in bright, vibrant red all across the mirror, which only made me think about what that red would look like on her lips around my cock.
Well, shit.
So much for being able to make this right with an apology and brunch.
The other two Alphas rolled in behind me and read the words.
“Get your cocks off me,” I said irritably. “Can’t you two control yourself?”
But they just ignored me.
“What’s the joke about my dick? My dick is not tiny!” Erain protested. “Do you think that’s why she left? Because she wasn’t sure it was big? I can assure her it is big.”
His normally low voice was shot through with unfamiliar slivers of panic.
“Where’s shegone?” Teddy asked, his voice cracking. “What if she’s hurt? Or needs us? We don’t know where she is!”
He gripped Erain by the collar of his shirt and pointed right in his face.
“If you hadn’t insisted on having one last night with your annoying ex we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
Erain tried to push him off.
“I didn’t seeyoucomplaining!”
I fought down my own panic at not knowing where Piper was.
She’s our Omega, and now that she’s perfumed and 100% and completely confirmed our fated mate bond, it feels strange to not know where she is, not be able to reach her.
I can’t believe I ever for one moment thought there had been a mistake.
There’s been no mistake.
If I had smelled her scent in a forest and there was a non-Pack Alpha between that scent and me, I would have killed to get to her.
All my Alpha instincts are screaming at me now that I was a fool and should have taken better care of her.
“Where’d she go?” Teddy asked. “Let’s track her so we can tell her how sorry we are.”
He and Erain bent down to follow her scent, their skulls knocking together like a couple of fucking stooge knuckleheads.
That scent.
God, it’s intoxicating, it’s invigorating, it’s maddening.
It’s mine, it’s a part of me, and I need it now.