Of all the ridiculous notions.
“You are mistaken,” I say in curt tones.
“I don’t think so. You have everything else. But you’re alone, and you don’t really want to be alone. Riot has been sleeping at your bedroom door…we all hear you scream.”
I feel the blood drain from my face. “That’s got nothing to do with this.”
“You live too far out, you need help with the chores and jobs. You need a pack.”
I hiss at the verbal blow he doesn’t know he just dealt.
“You’re wrong,” I snarl.
“I’m not,” Khaos says firmly. “We’re going to help you.”
“This is fucking crazy, Khaos. I don’t want to date, and I certainly don’t want a mate.”
He rakes his hand through his copper and gold hair, and I notice absently that his gold eyes have flecks of green. They are pretty.
“You said you’d help us; are you going back on your word?” Riot asks from the kitchen doorway.
I hesitate and close my eyes. “Can I think about this for a minute?”
Wrath smiles widely as he walks in with my tablet in his hands. How he found the password is beyond me.
“Sure. But we already made you a profile, and we’re sifting through the results.”
He sits down and cants his head towards me with a wide, shit-eating smile. I’m not going to hit him. I swear, I’m not.
I can’t move. My hands are sweating, and my head feels strange. I don’t think Wrath realises the danger he’s in.
I launch myself at him and grab my tablet out of his hand, looking at the photo he’s put up. I look drunk.
“No, no, no, no, no. Why did you do this? What even is this photo? Where did you get it?”
I scroll through the information and let out a savage growl of my own when Khaos moves towards me. My disbelief grows as I read the crap they’ve put in there.
“What do you mean, I like long walks on the beach? I’ve never been to a beach! And I like cooking, cleaning, and other woman stuff?” I screech. I’ve never screeched before, but I’m doing it now.
I read further and want to throw up.
“Looking for someone who can put up with me long enough to find happiness. I have a great ass?”
I groan and then look at the name of the dating site. I’m going to kill them. Five fur-covered rugs to keep me warm next winter. Wait!
“This is the local one!” I bellow. I start hyperventilating. “The packs are going to show up.”
Ice coats my skeleton and seizes my insides, twisting painfully. The pack wants me to take a mate. If they find out about this, I’m doomed.
“What was that?” Wrath snaps, the humour leaving his face in the blink of an eye.
I shake my head. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
They laugh, like, all of them. Except Angel, I have no idea where he is. He’s my favourite right now.
“It will be fine,” Wrath says with an evil grin.
A message pops up, and I open it, staring at the familiar face. He looks happy, smiling. The message is simple.Hey there, princess, looking for some pre-mated fun? Be careful, it’s a dog eat dog world out there.It’s a warning. A message and a warning.
