“Really?” I asked in a small voice.
“Oh, hon. You arenota burden or a task to them whatsoever. You’re their pack. I still think they could do with a few therapy sessions—but I think that about most alphas. Flora, you’ve got yourself some kind, loving, protective alphas who are obsessed with you. In my opinion, you’ve hit the jackpot.”
“Despite everything, that’s kind of how I feel as well,” I admitted. “Which is why my mother upset me so much, talking badly about Bear.”
Her eyes widened. “She didn’t. When he was standing right there?”
I bobbed my head, tearing off a bite of pastry to distract myself. “She did. But on the upside, I think Bear can truly see how much I care about him now. He looked so cute and proud when I stood up for him.”
Mable beamed. “Good. Now we need to eat these goodies and talk about something other than men! A little birdie told me you were low on clothing, so grab your laptop—we’re going online shopping. Look what I have.” She smirked, pulling a bank card out of her pocket.
“Mable, I can’t let you buy me clothes, no matter how rich you and your alphas are.”
She shook her head, biting back a grin. “Oh no, this isn’t my card. This happens to beSpencer’scard. When I turned up here, I told him I needed it to buy you things, and he handed it over without a word.”
“He what? He actually…” I trailed off again, and a little fire ignited behind my ribs.
I quickly learned that Mable couldshop. In only half an hour, she had a cart full of an obscene number of essentials.
“You can never have too many pajamas,” she said. “I get that wearing the guys’ items is nice—I practically live in Devin’s T-shirts—but sometimes you need cute, comfy jammies of your own,” she added, scrolling as I ate my third pastry.
I was about to grab a fourth when the door to my room opened, and Spencer came storming in, a pissed-off look and a scorched scent accompanying him.
“Phone,” he growled, holding out his hand.
“Well, hello to you, too, Spencer,” Mable said grumpily.
He ignored her, looking directly at me and holding his hand out. “Phone,” he instructed.
My mind started running a mile a minute. Was he pissed about us buying clothes? Should I give him his bank card back?
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, grabbing the card and offering it to him.
His brow furrowed. “I don’t give a crap about that. There’s as much money as you want. I need your phone.”
“Spencer, you need to use your words like a big boy,” Mable insisted. “You’re scaring your omega.” She crossed her arms and glowered at him.
“Chase has just told me that you got a text today,” he growled in a hard voice.
Crap.
“With everything that happened with my mother, Igenuinelyforgot,” I admitted, picking up my phone.
“What’s the big deal about a text?” Mable asked.
“It was from the guy who trashed my apartment,” I admitted gingerly.
Realization dawned on her face, and she nodded, patting me on the hand. “Yeah, I think you need to give him the phone, sweetheart.”
I agreed, handing my phone over to Spencer as I ducked my head.
“I’m going to get Chase on this, see if we can find where the text came from, which tower it pinged.” He turned to leave but paused and looked back at Mable, sighing. “Umm… make sure she buys plenty.”
“Help her spend your money?Of courseI can do that, Spencer. Anytime.” She beamed happily when he strode out of the room. “He isintense,” Mable said. “That’s gotta make for some hot-as-fuck sex.”
I turned to her in shock, staring for a moment before I burst out laughing. Interactions with Spencer were often like this. He’d come storming in and then be gone in the next second. If I were honest, though…
“Oh, it does.” I bobbed my head, rolling my lips between my teeth before I looked up at Mable again. “Don’t tell anyone, especially Spencer, but he’s got this thing he does when he stares directly at me during…Oooof.”
