My phone alarm goes off, signaling that my bedtime mode is turning on. I guess now is the time to leave.
“Thanks for having me over, I—” I choke, and I lean my head back over my chair. I force a smile on my face as I roll my head back up to look at them. “I should get going.”
I stand up from my chair, and I can feel the invisible chain pulling as I step away from the table. The guys instantly follow. Silas, Throne, and Otis, trotting suspiciously slowly towards the back door, and Havoc takes up the space at my side.
One step is all I take before I feel my heel crack, and I’m falling towards the ground.
“Oh, my—“ I yelp as Havoc’s strong arm wraps under my legs and I’m hoisted up in the air in a bride-style carry.
“I got you,” he murmurs, and I melt against him. His warm chocolate scent mixes with my peaches.
“Thank you,” I shyly gaze at him as he carries me the rest of the way back to the house.
Thorne slides open the door, and Havoc doesn’t putme down until he’s walked me to the front door. He pauses before turning to Silas and Thorne.
“We’ve all been drinking,” Silas says as he looks at me. I realize I’ll have to drive home.
Granted, it was only one drink, but for someone who doesn’t drink often, my gut turns at the idea of getting behind the wheel.
“I’m not far,” I say despite the sick feeling I get. The overly good girl in me is panicking over one silly little drink.
“And your shoe is broken,” Thorne says.
“If you’re not far, may we walk you home?” Havoc asks.
My eye catches his. The soft brown in his eyes and the stubble that covers his jaw and chin. His long brown hair hangs so handsomely. My big, strong scent match wants to walk me home. In his arms. My omega purrs at the idea.
How could I tell him no?
I ignore my brain yelling at me to say no and nod my head yes. He takes my purse and heels in one hand, and walks out the door, Thorne and Silas following, fine with Otis on a leash.
“Guys, I have to say, I’m about a mile and a half out,” I say. It’s not too far, but definitely worth getting in the car.
“A little fresh air won’t hurt us, Peach Puff,” Thornesays as he takes the spot on the sidewalk next to Havoc, who still carries me.
“You don’t really have to carry me the whole way?—”
“Tell us about your dream shopping spree,” Thorne interrupts. His pale skin shines in the moonlight, and his green eyes appear more vibrant as I stare at them.
“Maybe one day; I’m saving it for something special.” It feels unfair to share that part of me when I’m not sure I can stay.
We walk in a comfortable silence, much like on our first date, and I snuggle into Havoc’s arms as we get closer to my house.
Gosh, I need to figure out how to… get rid …of the Fallon Pack so I can keep my alphas.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THORNE
Something was wrong. The moment Noa’s little house comes into view, her face drops and her scent sours. The once-content smile is now a small frown, and it sets me on edge.
Noa’s house is the smallest in the neighborhood. It’s a one-story home with an equally small front yard. There’s a parked car in front of her home, and I sense that’s what’s wrong here. It’s a newer car, a model from this year, and it shines under the moonlight. It doesn’t fit in with the rest of the cars in this neighborhood.
“What… what are they doing here?” She mumbles as she slides out of Havoc’s reluctant arms. Her lack of shoes is the furthest thing from her mind as she approaches the car. I don’t let her escape from my side, even as she rushes toward the car.
Whatever this is, she isn’t facing it alone.
“What’s wrong?” Silas asks as he slides his way to stand in front of our Pack, as Havoc takes his stand in the back. With Otis heeling at Silas’s foot, we flock Noa like walls, and as much as nerves are cracking in my gut, I fucking love the feeling of protecting my omega.
