He saw me at my worst. He watched me shut him out and abandon him, yet he’s welcoming me back like nothing ever happened.
“Don’t get stuck in your head,” he warns me, plucking the kitten off him and handing it to Piper. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many times you try to push me away.”
My lip trembles. “I’m sorry,” I repeat, ashamed.
“Just have a nap with me and my pack, Blair. That’ll make up for it.”
The offer is too enticing to argue with him.
I’m going to be reunited with all three of my scent matches, and I’ll finally be able to rest peacefully.
Kitten therapy is one thing.
But to be spooned between three Alphas, sleeping between their vibrating chests in a nest?
I’m not sure any kitten can compete with that.
If we add Mervin and Marlin to the mix, it’s even better.
“Okay,” I say to Travis. “If you insist.”
When he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the corners.
My inner Omega smiles right back at him.
31
ROWAN
“Oh, honey!”Mari exclaims. “You’re a natural!”
I’m not sure what natural talent there it to strategically dropping off bowls of food in random areas of Luna County, but apparently, Mari thinks I’m the best at it.
Hey. A win is a win at this point.
Since I haven’t been sleeping much, I’ve been using the extra time to feed the feral cat colonies in the morning with Mari. Some places are harder to reach than others, especially if it means hopping a fence to reach the feeding area.
Sometimes, colonies decide to take up space on private property. It can get complicated quickly, especially if trespassing is involved.
This week, I’ve learned some people get pissed if a stranger shows up with bowls full of kibble to leave out for the feral cats.
Those same people have learned that I truly do not give a fuck.
“Some people just don’t understand how cat colonies work, no matter how much you try to explain it,” Mari sighs. “Blair and Piper worked to trap that entire colony so they would be fixed! Those grumps don’t understand the time and money that we put in to keep it under control!”
“Oh, they do now,” I assure her. “I made sure that asshole understoodexactlywhat was going on.”
By asshole, I’m referring to the middle-aged man on a walk that tried to yell at me for refilling the giant bowl of water we leave for the small colony behind the library.
He didn’t like my reply, but my message was received.
Now, I’m giving Mari a ride back to her house before heading to the packhouse to work on Blair’s secret project.
“Oh, honey, you didn’t threaten him, right?” Mari asks.
“No. I made it clear that he doesn’t get to bother you or any of the other volunteers again. That’s it. And then I called him an ignorant asshole.”
“Oh. Well, you’re not wrong,” she laughs. “That same man shows up all the time to yell at us. I’m sure Blair will appreciate your chivalry.”
