I sigh. “Yeah. I figured.”
It doesn’t make me feel better, though. Nothing changes what happened.
“And because I’m better at words than he is,” Ryland angles his heard toward Travis, “I can tell you that I’m honored to be your scent match. The three of us are. And if you only want us as friends, if that’s all we can be right now, that will be enough.”
Travis nods.
“I don’t know what else I can give you,” I admit, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I turn to Travis, unable to keep staring at Ryland’s hopeful face. “I don’t know.”
He nods curtly. “Whatever you want. It’s always your call and always at your pace.”
“And you two will be fine with that?” I ask disbelievingly.
Our attraction is already there. It lingers in the air between us, thick and heavy.
How much patience could these Alphas have with me?
“We’ve waited long enough,” a third voice says, and Rowan enters the room, his piercing eyes intense. “We can be friends or more. Your choice, baby.”
Baby.
I let out a breath.
Part of my fear of finding my scent matches was the inevitable talk about how I don’t know what I’m ready for.
“I’m not sure what I want,” I murmur.
How embarrassing.
Ryland shrugs. “You want to watch a movie?”
“Do I—what?”
“It’s three in the morning,” Travis says.
“Yeah, and I can’t fucking sleep,” Rowan adds. “I mean, Blair, it’s up to you, babe.”
Babe. Baby.
The pet names send a delicious chill up my spine.
I thought I was tired before.
I was ready to go home and cry myself to sleep, surrounded by cats and a cold, lonely nest filled with plush toys and catnip.
But the idea of sleeping in this room after I’ve admitted my darkest secret to my scent matches doesn’t feel quite right.
My inner Omega may just be finding any reason to stay awake with them.
“Why not? I’m not sure I can get to sleep right now either. Tonight has been…interesting,” I say.
“You have work in a few hours at the rescue,” Travis reminds me, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“As much as I adore your protective side, you’re never going to be able to tell me what to do,” I murmur.
Ryland and Rowan both give me matching grins, delighted at the exchange.
Travis makes a low warning sound in his throat. “You should get some sleep.”
