“I don’t know what you mean,” I reply, lying through my teeth.
The coffee maker spits and sputters as it drips my bean juice, and Kyren glares at me.
“I’m not deaf. I heard you, Silva. Why are you shouting down the house?”
“Nightmares,” I mutter. “They come and go. I can’t do anything about them.”
“I noticed Syrus isn’t here. Why is that?” he asks.
“Syrus has a house in town,” I say, looking at him like he’s insane. “His own house. We aren’t having sleepovers yet. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Princess, I would be in your bed every fucking night if I were him,” he says. “However, you’re not my type, so…”
“Cute,” I reply, willing my coffee to drip faster. “Since I’m not your ‘type’, I’m assuming you’re here to terminate whatever the fuck this is between us? Go ahead. Then you can leave.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” he says, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m too intrigued.”
My eyes glance at his sweatpants, which haveLiaracross them since his dick is hard and thick underneath them.
“Maybe you should discuss the fact that blondes aren’t your type with your cock,” I say, pulling my eyes from the monstrosity in his pants.
The coffee maker makes a cute tinkling sound to tell me it’s ready, and I pull my mug away to doctor my morning brew the way I like it.
“You’re checking out my cock?” he chuckles.
“It’s definitely the elephant in the room,” I snort.
“Okay, so whatever hormonal factors are happening here are making me want to fuck you,” he admits.
Putting the bat on the counter, I pull out a butcher knife and place it beside it.
“The fact that you aren’t thinking about the fact that you’re the last dick I would want inside of me is arrogant of you,” I say, facing him armed with my mug of coffee.
Taking a sip, my eyelashes flutter happily. I fucking love caffeine so much. Thank you, caffeine for this life giving injection to give a shit.
Okay, that may be too high praise.
Raising my eyes, I see that Kyren is staring at me intensely.
“What?” I ask annoyed, only to ruin it with a jaw cracking yawn. Ugh, I think I may have gotten two good hours of sleep tonight.
“I’m trying to understand why an omega who just had her sister chew me out is having nightmares,” he says.
Lexi did what?
“Honestly, I don’t get it. You have people in this town who would kill and bury my pack and I in the woods and never speak of it again. There’s all of this loyalty and support here, and yet you look as if you have demons snapping at your heels. Why is that?” he asks.
My lips purse because I don’t know him and I don’t owe him any of my truths.
“I know, okay?” Kyren continues. He’s rubbing his chest consistently, and it makes me wonder if I’m going to need to call an ambulance. “Hold on.”
We’re lucky enough to have a hospital and a morgue now, but I still do not want an alpha to drop dead in my kitchen.
“Hmph,” I mutter, drinking my coffee.
“The point is that you should be living your best life here,” he continues, dropping his hands to his sides. “If everything is hearts and flowers, why aren’t you happy?”
“It took a lot to get here,” I explain. “The scars aren’t going anywhere, and my wounds aren’t fully healed. It doesn’t take much for my mind to dig deep into my memories to prey on that. Just because Widows Peak is peaceful, doesn’t mean my soul is. I was perfectly happy to keep my cabinet of sex toys and live a single lifestyle. I’m happy to be an auntie to other people’s kids, and often do so at the community center.”
