“Oh, don’t be like that. They give all of us a hard time. We’re just used to it. The fact is, we give the press very little about ourselves, and so they make a lot up.”
“Oh, so you’re saying they made up your crusade to fuck through every omega and beta in the country after we met?”
Cyn winces. “They exaggerated it.”
“Sure, they did.”
I pause on the trail, waiting for the others. Cyn shuffles sideways, looking uncomfortable.
“What is it?”
“I just feel bad for everything that happened. It wasn’t supposed to go like that. I am sorry.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard any of them apologise. It’s empty.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s over.”
Cyn opens his mouth to argue, but Rojer stomps up to us, muttering something about useless idiots.
Cyn steps out of his way and brushes his fingers through his hair, sending me a frustrated plea. I ignore him.
“Hold on, Jo!” Dakota says with laughter in his voice.
“Don’t call me Jo!” he shouts back instantly.
“But, Jo, come on, it was a joke. Quincy thought it was funny.”
“He thinks everything is funny.”
I frown, looking between them and the rest of the group that is slowly joining us.
“What happened?”
“He offered me a berry,” Rojer hisses.
Dakota gets the giggles.
It’s a little unnerving how attractive the alpha looks while he’s being an absolute pest.
“I did do that,” he says between wiping his tears away.
“I don’t understand. There are no berries. It’s the wrong time of the year.” My confusion is obvious and apparently the wrong reaction.
Rojer tilts his head back and howls.
I watch him and wonder if there were meds on his application form that he mentioned. Maybe he’s on something.
I turn back to Dakota and find Quincy red faced and looking at the ground. Except his cheek is spasming as he fights a smile, and he’s breathing in a very controlled and forced way.
“What did you give him?”
Dakota, the shit, just zips his lips shut and throws the key away.
Adorable and annoying.
“Quincy?”
“Rabbit poop.”
