Page 44 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
Jasper
Iknewthat coffee shop.
Hell, I had been there several times myself. The logo on the coffee cup was instantly recognizable, a ladybug with the shop’s name underneath.
I turned to Bear, the security guard who was walking behind me. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie in an attempt to blend in, but he looked like a hardened Navy SEAL than a student. He wore a baseball cap pulled low to cover his facial scar. “I’m making a detour to a specific coffee shop.” I grinned. “You okay to hang back and watch?”
Bear nodded. “I can do that, just stay within eyesight.”
“Yes, daddy!” I beamed, my pace quickening as I changed direction, practically sprinting in the direction of the store.
I was going to see my Maple!
Pulling out my phone, I texted the pack group chat.
Jasper
Ladybug Coffee! Maple is at Ladybug Coffee! I’m going to go see her.
I shoved my phone into my pocket, totally ignoring the nonstop buzzing that started immediately after my text as my pack mates messaged me repeatedly. They were only a few minutes away at the university rink, so they could come if they wanted, but I was more focused on getting myself into Maple’s vicinity as soon as possible.
The campus usually felt small, but now it was impossibly large as I hurried across the quad, silently praying that Maple would still be there when I arrived.
Behind me, Bear was close on my tail, but I didn’t even look back at him.
I was an alpha on a mission.
My heart rate ramped up when the coffee shop came into view. Students were milling around, coming in and out. How was I going to know which was Maple?
Pushing the door open, I glanced back at Bear, who was doing as I asked and had hung back.
Maple’s photo had been taken from the back of the seating area, because I had seen several tables in the background of her picture.
My eyes landed on one of the back booths.
It was her.
Don’t ask me how I knew—I just did.
She was smiling lightly down at the phone in her hand, her mug of coffee in the other. The pile of treats in front of her had all been half-eaten. Strawberry blonde hair fell in soft waves, past her chin, but not quite touching her shoulders.
Her face was dainty, rounded, with soft features.
She was tiny, adorable, and so utterly fucking perfect it made my chest ache. Now and then, her hand drifted down to her stomach in a gesture that made my chest vibrate with some strange, unnamed emotion.
This was the Omega we had been talking to for so long, whom I had listened to as she came over the phone the night before.
It hit me just how insane a situation I found myself in. How, exactly, did I introduce myself to someone I had been chatting with online for almost two years? Someone I’d also had the pleasure of hearing moan as she made herself come?
Well, the only thing I could do was be myself—Maple seemed to like that shit.
Straightening my back, I plastered a smile on my face and sauntered forward, inhaling as I did so. I desperately wanted to catch a hint of her scent.
I was rewarded only a second later because before she even realized I was there, a cloud of sweet syrup hit me. My eyes widened, and somehow my grin grew as it dawned on me that our girl Maple smelled like maple syrup.
A sweet scent for a sweet omega.
I happened tolovesweets.
