Page 23 of Sigma
Still, I’m not disappointed in the mate Fate gave me. I’m disappointed with the way he obviously feels. Because it’s clear he’s lived alone out of fear. A wolf shifter shouldn’t fear his or her wolf. Our wolves protect us. An alpha should fear nothing but potential harm coming to those they love. But really, that’s what I’m pretty sure Jared fears. Exactly that, which is why he lives alone.
A car pulls up, and I flick the blinds open to see Ivy’s purple car.
I step out and both Ivy and Amie’s scents hit me. Their scents along with the remnants of Tyson and of Mason. Because these women smell like their men and both of them smell good. All our council alphas do. I should smell like my mate.
“We probably brought too much, and Mom forgot you were dealing with a camper fridge, so I brought an extra cooler and some ice,” Amie says, approaching. She puts her arms around me. “Congrats, babe.”
I snicker. “Yeah. Gee, thanks.”
“It’ll be okay,” Amie assures.
“Any updates?” Ivy asks, giving me a hug, too.
“He just woke up and promptly asked me to leave,” I tell them. “Not a lot like your mating stories so far, huh?”
They both shoot me looks of empathy.
Ivy opens her mouth about to speak and, I’m sure, offer me some sweet peptalk words, but I turn my head, catching the scents of Tyson and Mase.
“Guess who’s here?” I say.
“Uh oh,” Amie says, eyes pointed at the giant white wolf approaching. And here comes the giant black one, too.
They shift and both look tweaked.
“Amelia,” Mase growls. “What the fuck?”
Tyson walks over and scoops Ivy up into his arms, making her gasp. They make eye contact before he nuzzles her throat and whispers something in her ear.
Amie asks, “What the fuck what?”
“I told you we’d deliver the supplies. That it isn’t safe for you two to be here,” Mase tells her.
“We wouldn’t have gotten out of the car if it didn’t seem safe,” Amie argues. “Cicely came out and welcomed us, so…”
Mase gives Tyson a look.
Tyson rolls his eyes.
“Ty’s not mad,” Amie throws her hand out gesturing to him.
Tyson says, “I haven’t spoken to Ivy since all this happened, so she didn’t disobey a direct order from her mate like you did.”
“A direct order?” Amie repeats, eyebrows rising.
Tyson goes on, “But Mason spoke to you, and Ivy is with you, so she should also know better.”
Ivy smirks. Tyson raises his eyebrows at her expression.
“We’re fine, Ty,” Ivy says, rubbing his shoulder.
Amie looks affronted.
“Did your sister tell you how dangerous this could be?” Tyson asks her.
She wrinkles her nose. “Kinda sorta? Okay, yeah.”
Tyson’s gaze darkens and he takes a playful nip at her throat.
