One man behind her was watching her intently—not in a creepy stalker way, but in anoh, that’s a pretty omegaway.
I didn’t like it one bit.
Only, I couldn’t do anything to scare him off without making it obvious to Flora—and the entire class—which would only piss her off. It seemed our girl only had eyes for my pack and me, though, and deep down, that made meridiculouslyhappy.
I was a possessive bastard. Even though I did my best to keep my baser instincts under control, I couldn’t change who I was fundamentally.
Flora was now part of our pack.
She wasours.
And we protected our own.
The class itself focused on something mind-numbingly boring, and I sagged in my seat. Flora was engaged, though, glancing between the professor at the front of the class, the slides he was showing, and her notes.
My phone buzzed, and I stealthily looked at it under the desk.
Bear:
I think I just bought half of the university bookstore.
Chase:
Why did you do that?
Bear:
I bought all the books she uses at the university library so she’ll have copies at the apartment. That way, she won’t need to do late night study sessions there.
Chase:
Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Though, if she does need to go to the library, one of us is going with her.
Bear:
Of course. She’s not going anywhere on her own. With a stalker around? Fuck no.
Spencer:
It’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens.
The group chat was quiet for a moment.
Bear:
We’re not smothering her, are we?
Chase:
I think she would tell us if she was feeling that way. Judging by how she was snuggled up to your side and almost refused to leave this morning, I’d say she was feeling the opposite of smothered.
Bear:
That’s a good point. I’m just worried about her.
Spencer:
She’s pretty good at sticking up for herself. My side still hurts when I think about that tasering she gave me in the library.
