“It’s the color of the guy’s jersey, so you’d probably want that in your nest too. To remind you of them.”
I smile, knowing he’s right. I guess I’m not as mysterious as I thought. “Yeah, I think that would be nice.”
“I… Can I give you something?”
“I’m not taking the nest.”
“No, I had this before,” he says and walks away from the counter and disappears. Otis’s big brown eyes stare at me, and I shrug at him.
He doesn’t have a clue as he just stares at me and wags his tail.
Havoc comes back with a cardboard box and sets it on the counter in front of me. “I didn’t have time to wrap it. Shit, I should have wrapped it. Wait.” He goes to take the box away from me, but I quickly wrap my arms around it and hold it tight.
“It’s perfect, please don’t.”
He smiles a bit and nods, and I slowly let go of the box and stand up out of my chair so I can see inside. I see a sliver of pink, and I try to dampen my excitement.My alpha got me a gift. I’ve… I’ve never received a gift from an alpha.
Ollie, Luke, and I do Christmas and birthdays, but a gift from an alpha, an alpha I love, that’s so different.
I slide my hand down as I gasp. I slowly lift the ceramic bowl plate from the box and see an entire set of plates and wide mugs, matching pinks, purples, and oranges, and my head snaps to Havoc.
“When did you have time to make this?”
“Last night.”
“You didn’t make this in one night,” I say, and he laughs and shakes his head no.
“The plates were something I was working on for the house, but the colors, that’s all you, Noa.”
I look around the house, the warm, rich colors and yellow lighting a complete contrast to the pastel plates in my hands.
“They don’t match the decor here…”
“They fit anywhere I am; where Silas or Thorne is, they’re perfect here, they’ll be perfect anywhere, any house, any state, country, doesn’t matter. Wherever you want to put these plates will belong.” He says and walks over to the cabinet. “Do you want them here?”
I nod slowly. I live here now, with them, my Pack. I don’t have anywhere else to put them. Havoc nods and opens it. Selecting half the dark green plates with one hand, he carries them walking past me. I scrunch myeyebrows as he walks to the trash can and sets them in the box next to it.
“What?” I ask, speechless.
“We donate, they are good plates, but we don’t need them.” He then sets my beautiful plates next to the sink, to wash them, I assume, and smiles at the half-empty cabinet. “Perfect.”
“Perfect?”
“Perfect.” He confirms, and my heart flutters as he sits back down next to me and pushes my plate back in front of me. “What do you have planned today?”
“I—” I hesitate. “I’m having lunch with my parents today.” They’ve been blowing up my phone for lunch since the night they showed up. I can’t ignore them much longer. Not unless I change my number, which wasn’t that hard the first time around, but I have friends now.
“Do you want me to come?”
“Do I really have a choice?” I chuckle, knowing the protectiveness of my alphas has no bounds.
“No," he laughs.“But I can sit at the table with you.”
“I’m sure you have work, so how about you just drop me off?”
“Can I trust them to keep you safe?”
“You can trust the Fallon Pack to behave in front of the public eye,” I say. This isn’t a conversation I want to have in company. Not with the Gray Pack. The person I turn into around my parents, it's-it’s shameful,and I couldn’t bear it if one of them were there to witness it.
