“The more you have in place, the better things will be. We can get you sized for your diaphragm and get some condoms and spermicidal lube.”
My nose scrunches when I think about it.
“If you don’t make an appointment in the next week, I’ll bring the appointment to you, Sloane.”
I flutter my lashes at her. “Okay, Alpha.”
She lets out a breath and shakes her head. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”
“Share some of those chips,” Charlotte says, taking a handful as we watch the start of the game. I get my phone out, and I can’t help myself as I gather clips of Max and Bram. When the jumbotron flashes to Ethan, I get clips of him too.
I’ll figure it out. I totally have enough time.
It’s my date with Bram, and to say he better fuck my brains out or I might lose my mind is an understatement. Though I guess if he did fuck my brains out, technically, I would lose my mind anyway.
I’m really pulling out the punches with this tight navy blue dress, no deodorizers, and making sure my eyeliner is sharp enough to kill.
There’s no way Bram Nilsen stands a fucking chance.
I’m putting on my lipstick when there’s a light tap at my door.
“Come in.”
My mother Rosemary steps in, her heels clicking against the hardwood. She whistles, and I glance at her in the mirror. She looks spectacular, and I can’t deny every bit of fashion I got from her.
“Date night?” she asks.
She makes sure to not go through my things or invade my space.
“Yes,” I reply quickly.
“With a pack or with an Alpha?” she asks.
“An Alpha,” I reply, trying to keep it short.
I can lie rather easily with the big picture. That I stayed on with the Foxes because I wanted Bram and how I can’t seem to quit, even though I have him, is another story.
“What’s he do?” she asks.
“He’s, uh…”
“Oh, save it, Sloane. I already cracked Henderson like an egg,” she says, and I groan.
God, my moms have their Beta wrapped around their fucking finger.
“Oh yeah, well, he was smoking a cigarette,” I snap back.
“I’m sure he wished he could’ve smoked something a lot stronger that week,” she says and then covers her mouth. “That was rude.”
I shrug my shoulders and go back to doing my makeup.
“Are you going to tell Dad?” I ask.
“No,” she replies easily, and I glance back at her.
“So let me get this straight. The three of you are okay with keeping a pack secret from him?”
My mother steps forward and brushes a piece of hair off my face.
