Page 44 of The Pack's Pajamas


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I can feel Blair watching me, her expression growing concerned. “Trav?” she asks quietly.

“Do they need to go the hospital?” I ask, and watch as Blair’s eyes widen.

“I think we just need a cat expert here,” Ryland says. “Rowan is freaking out. Those are his babies.”

Ryland doesn’t sound too calm, either, but he does a good job covering it up.

“Okay. Just give me half an hour. I’ll be there,” I mutter into the phone.

“Ask Blair. She’ll know what to do.”

Fuck.

I can feel the Omega’s eyes on me, watching me curiously and with concern.

Tonight isnotthe night to mention the cats or her scent match.

But if something is wrong with the kittens…

“Fine,” I snarl. “But I’m telling her everything and giving her a choice.”

I end the call before they can protest.

“Hey. That didn’t sound so great,” Blair says. Her eyes are brighter than they were earlier, and there’s slightly more color to her face since we had our talk.

But there’s a big chance I might fuck it all up now.

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “You ready to go?”

She has her purse on her shoulders, her head held high, and she nods. “Yup. Lead the way, Trav.”

Whatever ground we’ve gained is about to crumble when the truth comes out.

Every step toward her car is torture, and when she unlocks the doors, I inhale slowly.

“Hey.” I stop her before she opens the car door.

“What’s up?” she asks sweetly, tilting her head slightly.

Fuck.

“I have to tell you something.”

She blinks. “…okay? Shoot.”

There’s no right way to put this. I could still back out, but then I think of the kittens that have uprooted our lives.

“I know you found your scent match.”

That is absolutelynotwhat I should have led with, based on the way her face twists. She grimaces before huffing out a sarcastic laugh.

“Okay? So, what?” Her eyes are fiery. “That’s not your business?—”

“Ryland is my packmate, and so is his brother Rowan.”

She takes in a startled breath, staring at me in disbelief. “Oh.”

“I didn’t tell you, because you’re right, it wasn’t my business.” I mutter. “I was trying to give you privacy while you…figured all of that out.” I clear my throat as her gaze falls to the gravel of the parking lot.