I nod. “I will.”
“I can walk you out—” Rowan starts, but Travis shakes his head.
“Leave her alone,” he snaps. “If she wants our help, she’ll ask for it.”
I cast a grateful look Travis’s way even as guilt eats at me. I head down the hall, ignoring Ash’s confused meow, and walk briskly to the front room.
I don’t know if the pack is watching me, but my face burns with embarrassment when I yank open their door.
A normal Omega would be thrilled that she found her scent matches.
Instead, I’m running away from the pack, unable to accept what’s in front of me.
And the worst part is, I don’t know how to explain it to anyone, let alone the confused Alphas.
Even my Piper, my best friend, doesn’t get it.
The weather doesn’t seem to get it either, since it’s pouring rain when I step outside. Their driveway is slippery under my boots, and the door handle of my car is soaked as I yank it open. I toss my duffel bag into the backseat while thunder rolls above me.
I don’t know why a storm suddenly came out of nowhere, but it’s far too much like the weather two years ago.
It was raining, there was thunder, and the wind was wild when I watched my ex pack pull out of my apartment’s parking lot in Cody’s car.
They should have waited for the storm to be over—the storm that is just like the one happening right now.
I sit in my car in silence, the rain beating angrily on my windshield, and try to calm my inner Omega.
Part of me longs to march right back into that packhouse, apologize for being awkward, and throw myself into their arms.
But I’m frozen in shame in the driveway, terrified of starting my car.
I count under my breath, but I’m still unable to move.
The rain grows angrier.
The thunder roars.
The scents of Travis, Rowan, and Ryland linger in the air, making my chest ache with loneliness.
Stubbornly, I continue to count.
I’m not going back inside.
I’mcertainlynot going to look up and see if they’re watching me from the front door having a breakdown in my car.
Once I reach one hundred, I start my car, ready to brave the storm.
I turn on my headlights, ignore the roar of the wind, and begin to back out of their driveway like a normal person.
Like my world isn’t falling apart and I’m not turning away from the Alphas that were made for me.
And for a moment, everything is fine.
Mervin and Marlin are waiting for me at my apartment.
They’re the only men I need.
But a large thump that rattles the car startles me out of my determined state, and I shriek as I frantically turn the wheel, terrified.
