“I’m not wasting time doing something as menial as walking when this baby can get me to our angel faster.” I stroked the dashboard, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the steering wheel.
Thankfully, with a little bit of speeding, I was pulling up outside our angel’s house in two minutes flat.
Poppies splashed bright colors all over the front yard.
I knocked several times, but no one answered. Huffing, I looked at my phone screen again to see if I’d somehow missed a response from Clover.
“Should we try calling her again?” Logan asked from behind me.
“It goes straight to voicemail,” I said.
“Did she block you?” Hunter asked as he pulled out his own phone to try calling her. He frowned when he got the same result.
Had she really blocked me? I could understand her blocking Parker—he was an ass—but there was no reason to blockme. I was a perfect angel.
A very pissed-off little omega came to the door—only it wasn’t the angry omega I’d expected.
“You’re not welcome here.” She crossed her arms. The pure hatred in her eyes made me pause.
Fuck. What had Clover said to her?
“Meadow, please,” Hunter pleaded, stepping forward. “We want to talk to Clover and make things right.”
“One of our pack mates was an asshole,” I said.
“An asshole? Is that all we’re calling it now? Not a complete, inconsiderate cunt?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“I’m not even going to disagree with you there.” I shrugged. She was right—Parker had crossed a line into something nastier, and I wasn’t going to stand for it.
“How mad is she at us?” Hunter asked with a grimace, addressing Meadow.
Tears gathered in the corners of Meadow’s eyes. “She’s furious.”
“Meadow, darling, are you okay?” a deep, masculine voice called out. A moment later, a large, imposing alpha appeared beside her, resting a hand on her back. His gaze locked firmly on us.
It took a second for recognition to kick in, but Hendrix was impossible to miss. His face was plastered on billboards and he led Hunter’s biggest band.
“Hey, Hen,” Hunter greeted.
“Hey, guys…what are you doing here? Did I forget a work thing?”
“We’re friends of Clover’s. We need to talk to her,” I said.
Disbelief was written all over his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please. I don’t know what she’s told you, but we need to make things right,” I pleaded.
“You don’t deserve that after how you treated her!” Meadow growled, tears sliding down her cheeks. “She told me what you guys did, and you can all go fuck yourselves.”
Hendrix looked both concerned as hell for his mate and also like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. “She told you it was Parker who surprised her with the contract. Hunter and the others didn’t spring that on her.”
“Well, they didn’t fucking stop him either, did they?” Meadow buried her face against Hendrix’s chest, openly weeping. “They don’t deserve her.”
Hendrix cradled his mate and tossed us an apologetic look, mouthinghormones.
Oh, shit. Were they expecting another baby? How old was their current one? Eight? Nine months? The odds of being able to congratulate them right now without pissing off Meadow were probably slim to none.
I opened my mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the right words.
