She beams. “I’d love that.”
“I’ll drop you off, and we can pick you up at around ten?”
“Perfect,” she grins, leaning forward and kissing me. She catches Anders’ pout and kisses him next. I’m shocked that I feel no jealousy. It just feels so fucking right.
Chapter fourteen
Pipertextedmelastnight, and we have plans to meet in a few days. The guy she’s seeing is here, and I don’t find myself feeling negative about meeting them. Except for the fact that I haven’t told my best friend that I have three scent matches.But that’s a problem for another day.
I feel like I’m in a dream, that this isn’t really my life. How did I go from hating school and not feeling content in life to having two Alphas who are dying to get to know me? Who also treat me with so much care and kindness I can’t help but feel special and cherished.
I’m guessing this is what people call the honeymoon phase, but is it truly a phase when they’re your scent matches? I’m not sure. I’ve been meaning to do more research, but I just haven’t had time. I think I’m caught up in the bliss. I have to constantly remind myself that it’s okay to stay in this happy, little bubble.
I maybe go a little harder with the makeup and my outfit than I have the other days that we’ve hung out, but I want to feel pretty. It’s the first time I’ll be out with my scent matches in public, and I can’t help but want their approval. That’s a lie. I want more than their approval. Maybe adoration and complete devotion are the better terms for it. But I feel insane thinking it.
This conviction of knowing that they’re it, that I’ve found my scent matches, makes me feel alright with the warp speed these relationships seem to be going. Well, at least with Anders and Eli. It’s not like I haven’t fucked an Alpha after just meeting him. At least I haven’t done that yet. But my heart, yeah, she’s on the fucking line with those two. Mikael has been an asshole, but something about his brokenness calls to me. I just want him to let me make it better.
Once I have my jacket on and grab my purse, I kiss Hank on the head and wait for the guys to come and pick me up. My mom is sitting on the couch sipping on a cup of tea.
“You look beautiful, sweetie.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I’m nervously tapping on my thigh, and she notices.
“You have nothing to be nervous about.”
“I know. It’s just, you know, going out being around people.” I’ve gotten better, less socially awkward, but large crowds can be tough. Especially because the guys will be playing hockey, and I’ll be by myself.
“Well, I found this. Maybe you could put it in your purse. People will usually leave you alone if you’re reading.” My mom gets up and hands me the small book. It’s probably five by five inches and maybe fifty pages thick. The title readsFate Found. I flick to the back and sure enough, it’s a book written by an Alpha who found his scent match. It’s his biographical story and their personal experience.
“Thanks, Mom.” She nods and wraps me in a warm hug. I squeeze her tight and slide the small book into my purse. “Did you read it?”
“I did, and I’ve been doing some research.”
“And?”
“And you have nothing to worry about, honey,” she says while pulling the curtain back. “Looks like they’re here. Please let me know if you’ll be coming home.” I blush but nod and give good boy Hank just one more pat on the head. He looks so sad to see me leaving.
“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll bring you out to play tomorrow.” I lean forward and kiss his massive noggin, then open the door before Anders can even knock.
His smile is beaming, and he looks at me appreciatively before holding out his hand. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I say shyly and take his hand in mine. He gives me a gentle squeeze before opening the back door of the truck and helping me get in. I slide all the way behind the passenger’s seat, so Anders can just climb in after me.
Mikael’s scent nearly assaults me as I buckle my seat belt and stare at the headrest and his loose dark hair. He doesn’t say anything, which I guess is better than him acting like a dick. Eli, however, reaches back and squeezes my thigh.
“Thanks for coming.”
“Of course, I’m excited to see you guys play.” There’s a terse noise from the front of the truck, but I ignore it. “So who are you guys playing?”
“It’s a variety of other guys who play in college or played on travel teams, but not at the collegiate level. So it’s kinda a mix of guys.”
“Will you play on the same team?” That makes Mikael laugh.
“No, probably not,” Anders says. I furrow my brow. His hand reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “Wouldn’t be fair.”
“You guys are that good?”
“You wound me, Char,” Eli jokes from the front seat.
