Okay, yeah. I received a mind-blowing blowjob from Alex, but that’s not technically sex.
Still…I don’t like the thought of sharing them with anyone outside the pack.
Maybe that’s why they prefer I don’t sleep around between heats, because they’re feeling that same possessiveness.
Or I suppose it could simply be fear I might contract something even after I told them I always use protection.
I tuck into my food while Amy does the same. I just met this woman yet the silence is fairly comfortable. We’re simply two people sharing breakfast together.
If Pack Anders is paying me for the use of my uterus, would that make me one of their employees, too?
I don’t like that. I don’t like the way that thought makes me feel. I guess it really isn’t much different than the alphas whopaid me to sleep with an omega or the fact I’d put up an ad in search of alphas to pay to be with me through my heat.
“So you live on the property?” I ask.
“Guesthouse out back,” she says. “I can give you a tour of the full property later. The place is a maze.”
“That’d be great.”
She laughs. “Took me weeks to learn every inch. I handle most of the daily stuff – cleaning, errands, emergencies.”
“Emergencies?”
She catches the change in my scent and lifts her hands. “Notthatkind. If there’s a dinner party or last-minute guest, I handle it. I’m not…withthem.”
I smile as she speaks.
“I’ve never slept with any of them. I’m not remotely attracted to my bosses. Not that they aren’t handsome; I just don’t see them like…that.”
My smile grows wider as I realize she’s rambling in hopes of putting my mind at ease.
“It’s fine. Seriously. Even if you had slept with them in the past, it’s none of my business. We’re not in a relationship –”
I cut myself off when I realize I’m about to spill way more of their personal business than they might be comfortable with their paid staff knowing about.
Her quick, nervous explanation makes me smile.
Eight years. She’s worked for the pack for eight years. And they’ve never been intimate.
She’s actually extremely easy to get along with; maybe we can become friends. I know she’ll be working most days, but it’ll be nice to not be alone day in and day out.
Amy exhales, relief softening her face. “On behalf of Pack Anders, thank you,” she says. “It’s broken my heart to dust that nursery and playroom for eight years.”
Eight years. And they never stopped hoping.
CHAPTER 13
Hudson
“Ijust don’t think you’ve really thought all this through,” Ella says. It’s probably the fifth time she’s said it since we started packing.
After breakfast with Amy, I texted Ella to see what time she could meet me at my apartment. Apparently, the guards were told to take me whenever I was ready. Since there wasn’t a whole lot else for me to do in the house, I decided to head out and pack up what I wanted to have with me for the next few months to a year.
Or longer.
“I’m following my gut for once. My brain and heart don’t make the best decisions.”
She chuckles as she pulls a shirt from my closet and tosses it into a donation box without consulting me.
