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In the past, I’d tried to imagine what my future pack would smell like, but this was better than anything I’d ever imagined. As much as it seemed too good to be true, this felt like a gift—alphas wrapped in breakfast scents that went straight to my core. It was unbelievable.
“That sounds like a good idea. Would that work for you, Mable?” Devin asked, leaning over the kitchen island, the veins in his forearms grabbing my attention. He’d been kind of grumpy since I had met him in person, but I knew there was a sweet, mushy center deep down. Looking at him now, I could feel the intensity of his presence, a silent, commanding urge for me to listen.
Pack lead, indeed.
I swallowed, bobbing my head in a nod that lasted far too long. “Yeah, I think I can do that. I don’t have any exams for a while.”
Jasper and Saint whooped in happiness while Percy shook his head, laughing and rolling his eyes. The three of them were the picture of close-knit pack members who not only lived together but worked together, all part of the same team.
Devin just watched us, his face thoughtful. I didn’t know what to make of that. He certainly held the most mystery out of the group, but for the time being, it looked like I’d passed his test. Despite all our conversations, I could understand him sizing me up, considering I had come crashing into their life—physically, at least—when they had least expected it, complete with a pregnancy.
For some reason, the chaos of the pack before me didn’t scare me. It should have, knowing that everything I was used to was about to change. But I didn’t feel that same terror I had at first. They’d accepted my words, the truth about what happened during my heat, and that made me feel all right.
In fact, I kind of loved it.
Part of me had wanted to stay at the penthouse—stay withthem, but I knew I needed to get home so I could think straight.
Saint had insisted on driving me, and the others had supported him. Making a pregnant woman walk that far was a grave offense that would bring great dishonor, apparently. We hardly spoke on the way home, but he had held my hand in his lap the entire drive. He smelled so strongly of strawberry jam that I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff my fill. The scent calmed me, excited me, and the idea of going back to myroom, where there would be none of their scents, was strangely upsetting.
But that was exactly why I needed to. I couldn’t think clearly with all their alpha pheromones swirling in the air.
As we pulled up outside the dorm, he turned to me. “I’m really fucking glad I found you again,” he said, his gaze locked on me.
“Are yousureyou’re not disappointed?” My voice was unsteady as I failed to meet his eyes, ducking my head.
His hand touched my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to look at him. I got only a quick glance at his serene face before his lips found mine.
I melted into his touch in an instant, humming happily. So many of my worries faded away as he kissed me, his touch soft but eager. Saint’s hand found my lower back, pulling me closer to him.
His taste was exactly as I remembered, and my entire body heated at the memory of what we’d done in that shower.
God, he is just… perfectly delicious.
The kiss was almost painfully sweet, soft and gentle, yet oddly commanding at the same time. I was powerless to resist the magic in Saint’s caress, every cell in my body gladly giving itself over to his alluring claim. I could have stayed right there forever, lost in the sensations of his kiss and secretly desperate for more.
All too soon, it was over. Saint pulled back, looking at me through hooded, lustful eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I found you again,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he licked his bottom lip as if he was savoring my taste. My body warmed, my scent flaring as Saint’s did, and I clenched my thighs, imagining what I knew lay underneath his clothes.
“Not before?” I asked breathily, enjoying the look he gave me as I teased him.
Saint smirked, a light chuckle escaping him. “Well, it sounds a little less stalkerish than saying I’ve been thinking about kissing you again since I knotted you in the shower.”
My cheeks were on fire. Everything was on fire, and I couldn’t stop the words that slipped from my lips as I stared into his gorgeous eyes.
“Stalker? Yes. But cute? Also, yes.” I giggled, dropping my stare to the ground as I chewed on my lip.
Saint lifted my chin again, giving me a heart-racing view of his eyes sparkling, full of mischief and arousal. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Chapter 19
Mable
Jasper
What are you up to today, my Maple girl?
It was the next morning, and in the harsh light of day, it dawned on me just how insane my situation was. The story of my life had become so convoluted that it could have resembled a daytime soap opera.
Mable
