After all, he’s the one that found them and brought them to Furs and Purrs.
With a deep, shaky breath, I start the car.
Travisand his packmates live ten minutes away.
For ten minutes, my palms are clammy and my breathing stutters. I gasp in ugly, slow breaths, my heart thrumming in my chest like a hummingbird.
My inner Omega is reeling, thrilled that she’s finally going to be near Ryland again.
Despite what my head is telling me, my body is desperate to be near its scent match.
My womb cramps, and my core flutters as I make my way to the packhouse, pulling into the driveway. I recognize Travis’s car as I park next to it and steady my breathing before I open the door.
I’m wet already, slick dripping into the special absorbent panties I’ve been wearing since I met Ryland.
When I finally step out of the car, I scent all three of them at once, and I want to get right back into my vehicle and drive as far away as possible.
Even from the driveway, the Alpha aromas are intoxicating.
I forgot how potent Ryland’s is, the earthy moss mixed with the calming scent of rain. Travis is there too, the smoke complimenting the moss perfectly.
But there’s one scent aroma now.
I inhale sharply as tangy sea salt melds with the other two Alphas, creating the perfect layered scent.
The scent of a pack.
Nothing, and I meannothing, could have prepared me for it.
The sea salt belongs to Rowan—there’s no doubt.
I groan and lean against the driver’s side door of my car, my cunt fluttering deliciously. My clit throbs and my nipples pebble against my bra.
“Oh, god,” I whisper. “What the hell is happening?”
I don’t want to go inside.
The kittens need my help, but the scents that emanate from the house and waft onto the driveway make me want to weep with need.
It’s too much for tonight, of all nights.
I allow myself a couple seconds of panic, then snap into action.
If getting a bit wet because of the pack is the worst thing that happens tonight, so be it.
The night can’t get any more bizarre.
I retrieve the cat emergency duffel bag from my trunk, then march up to the front door, head held high.
My legs are stiff and argue with me every step I take, but I keep my brave face on.
The front door opens before I knock, and I’m met with a pair of eyes so piercing I forget to breathe.
I had hoped Travis would be the one to answer, but again, nothing has gone the way I want it to tonight.
Instead, I stand face-to-face with an Alpha I’ve never met but recognize from scent.
I’m staring at Ryland’s brother, Rowan.
