But our family has always known about him, and my granddad used to bring my dad out here. Then Dad brought me and showed me our family history.
They spread out, exploring the clearing and remnants of Dear Old Fredrick Sanderson’s life.
“You look beautiful in the sunlight.”
“As opposed to what?”
Dakota gives me a lopsided smile. “You look beautiful in all light.”
“Oh, smooth recovery.”
“I’ve been counting the minutes until we can exchange more poignant communes from the heart.”
“What an incredibly dull waste of your time.”
“Not so at all. The anticipation of hearing your barbed words has my heart atwitter.”
I roll my eyes as he shuffles closer. “Ya’ll remember what happened ten years ago, right? You can’t rewrite that.”
“The past can always be rewritten.”
I haven’t been paying attention to him, but suddenly, he’s in my space, leaning over me with a playfully coy smile on his lips. He reaches out and ever-so-gently brushes his finger against mine.
I gasp; I can’t help it. His touch is electric. His scent hits me hard. Pine resin with a citrus note to it. His scent is strong and subtle, but one of my favourite smells in the world. It’s a scent I find out here, one that I associate with safety.
This pack really was made for me. How am I going to resist them?
“Oh, now, see, that single sound is going to have me fucking my hand for days.”
I gasp again and curse myself internally. I really want to watch him do that.
“Okay, I can be happy forever now,” he teases.
“I am not so easily satisfied.”
“Noted,” Dakota says with a wicked smile. “I’ll work hard to make sure you are never left unsatisfied.”
To my intense frustration, I gasp again.
He chuckles softly and moves away from me just as the rest of the group comes back.
He smiles and laughs with Kendall as if nothing untoward has happened at all.
Meanwhile…I’m trying to remember why I should not go and get great-grandpa’s hunting traps and set them to see if I can catch some unwary alphas.
I heave a frustrated sigh because, much as I want to deny it, they are getting under my skin, and it’s only day two.
Vale
Iam obsessive. I always have been. My parents put me in therapy when I a kid, but all that did was just teach me to mask and hide my obsessions. When I was ten, I met Rory, and he became my toy. Luckily, his dark soul reflected my own, so it worked out. When we were fifteen, I discovered Cyn and found myself stalking him. Learning everything about him, terrorizing him.
He loved it.
Cyn’s love language is fucked up.
Dakota found me. I hated him at first, but the first time he knelt for me, begged me, I knew I was never letting him go. He was the most beautiful alpha, and I had to have him. I bonded him without asking. He’d been stalking me for a year; the extent of his devotion cemented my choice forever. He is more me than I am some days.
Cyn and Rory had fallen for him, too. We were seventeen, and the was an open buffet. We were rich, fucked up, and there were no rules we couldn’t break, and no one to tell us no.
