Page 77 of Too Tempting

I nod my head. “You’re not mad that I’m going to be with Shyla?”

He shakes his head no. “No, I’m not mad.”

I nod, and there is a honk outside. “Can you get Emmett?” No way in hell am I knocking on that door right now.

Dom knocks on the door again, and Emmett comes out. “Hey, Em, Cameron got a hold of Shyla. She sent a car to pick him up. I’m going to be driving with Kelsey to New York. You’re welcome to come.”

Emmett looks at me, Dom, and then back to Kelsey’s bathroom.

“Two minutes?” he says and Dom nods his head.

“I’ll go tell the driver to wait.” Dom kisses my cheek and goes outside to sus out the driver and tell them to wait for me.

Emmett didn’t shut the door, so I hear his and Kelsey’s conversation.

She’s still sniffling as she talks. “I need you to make sure Shyla is okay for me. We should have told her.”

“Sugar, you’ve had a really fucking hard day and you’re about to travel and go help someone else, that’s a lot for anybody. Shyla would want to make sure you’re taken care of. She might be mad, but I knew that something like today would happen. I was trying to protect her.”

“That’s why you need to be there for her. I think she has some things to work out, things I can’t be around for. I… I’m not even sure who wants me around.” She sobs and I have tears running down my eyes while I listen to the pain I put her in.

“Listen, we know Cameron. I think we heard the ending of him trying to figure out how to express himself. And I know Shyla, she’s going to be upset that you knew. But once we explain everything, she will understand. It’s my fault really, I told you to wait. She’s going to be okay.”

She blows her nose. “I’m sure you’re right, but right now, I’m heartbroken. And I know it probably sounds selfish of me, but Dom has always been there for me at my lowest. I think it’s best if it’s just us.”

I don’t hear anything else for a moment. I imagine them hugging each other.

“I love you.” I hear them both whisper, and it’s nearly the thing that breaks me.

Did I destroy this pack before it even had a chance to thrive?

Chapter 28

I’mreallyluckythatDom drove through the night to get us to my brother’s—Cami’s apartment—who knows, they’re basically married now in my eyes.

I’m still extremely tired, but I plaster a smile on my face as I console Cami and give my brother a hug.

Harry looks tired as hell. “You okay?” I ask him, my arms wrapped around his waist. Fuck, it feels good to be around him again.

“Yeah, just dead tired.” He strokes my back, and it hits me how much I’ve truly missed him. I can’t help the sniffle that comes out.

“Kels, is everything okay?”

No, nothing’s okay. It’s all falling apart.

“Yeah, it’s all okay.”

“I’m going to talk to Dom. Can you do me a favor and sit with Cami?” I squeeze him one more time and go to sit on the couch with Cami and Liv. Liv is honestly the best person to have in this type of situation, she keeps things light and consoles Cami like a pro. She hugs Cami and works on keeping her mind elsewhere from the cluster fuck that is her life right now. How sick does someone have to be to sell images of an Omega in their heat? It makes me sick and I think helping Cami feel better will help give me something to focus on. I want in on the action. I sit next to Cami, putting her in the middle of us.

“We’re all here for you,” Liv says as we both give Cami a tight squeeze.

“Let’s distract you then, tell us all about your heat,” Liv says and Cami gives me a look. I give her a nod, letting her know it’s okay, just as long as the conversation doesn’t steer toward my brother’s dick. If this helps her keep her mind off of what’s really going on, I might be able to handle some sex talk.

“I kicked an Alpha out. I told him he wasn’t mine and to get out.” My eyes go wide. I knew something went down. But her whole heat. With just him? It has me wondering about my heat, who will be there, and when it’s going to happen. Just thinking about it makes me sad, so I stop thinking about myself and focus my attention on Cami.

“Wait, not yours?” I ask to clarify. Hers, as in bonded? She pulls down the corner of her shirt, showing us her bond mark.

“Yeah, not mine.”

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