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And her head cocked.

“Didn’t he bring Emeric?” When I just groaned and closed my eyes, she frowned. “Emeric said Dorian helped him come to the pack…or something like that. His mouth was full of chocolate and pineapple at the time.”

Great.

My quiet morning had just gotten shot to hell.

Forty minutes and another cup of coffee later, she was completely up to date and dead set on volunteering at the animal shelter. I just ignored that part and focused on the things I could control. “If I don’t hear back from Macy by midafternoon, I’m calling the council. I’ve given her as much space as I can. She’s not in danger but that’s all I know.”

She might’ve been pissed but that just registered as a background noise. The bond between the pack and their Alpha was designed as a warning system, not a way to stalk everyone. It’d have driven me nuts otherwise.

“I agree.” Buzzing around the kitchen, she sighed. “I know a few people in that area…old friends…I could make up an excuse about thinking of them and calling to catch up. Nothing confrontational or obvious.”

I might not have trusted her about a lot of things, but pack business was something she wouldn’t fuck with.

Unlike me.

“I think that’s a good idea. At the very least we need to know more about what’s going on down there…any rumors…that kind of thing.” Someone had to know more even if they didn’t realize it. “I’m hoping Emeric will open up more today, but Dorian and I haven’t wanted to push.”

She paused as she turned toward the back door. “I haven’t seen enough trauma in children to know what to tell you, but I think that’s what I’ve seen people advise.”

So we were both operating on TV and rumors.

Great.

“We’re going to need a therapist he can talk to at some point.” Her head cocked and she slowly nodded. “I figured the Bigfootcommunity has to have one even if they’re just doing online appointments.”

We usually needed to smell someone to be comfortable with them, though, so I wasn’t sure if that would work or not.

Her wince said she was thinking something along the same lines. “We’ll figure it out.”

When she left without telling me what to do, I knew she had no idea either. I just couldn’t decide if that made me feel better or not…and coffee wasn’t giving me the answer either.

It was making me hungry, though, so I grabbed two of the brownies Emeric had found and headed upstairs, hoping Dorian wouldn’t notice when he got back. Leaving an even number in the package seemed like a smarter plan than having one missing, but I was pretty sure Emeric could’ve helped me design a better plan.

The kid was smart but all thoughts of him faded as I went back to my room and let myself drown in Dorian’s scent. I wasn’t sure he’d ever understand but after him sleeping in the room, it was like having him wrapped all around me.

My mate.

Grabbing his pillow off the bed, I headed into the bathroom again and set it on the counter. Dorian was probably going to have a heart attack, but the thought of him made me smile as I locked the door and turned on the shower.

As steam filled the room, I stripped and couldn’t resist taking another deep breath of the musky, breakfasty scent that was all Dorian. Most humans had a faint grassy smell to me that always felt unfinished, but Dorian was like walking through the woods after a rain or the kitchen after the best breakfast in the world.

Climbing in the shower, as I let the spray pound over me, I couldn’t help imagining how he’d smell as he raced through the woods. Adrenalin pumping. Desire radiating from him. Just enough fear to make his scent spicy and warm.

He looked so buttoned up and proper, but as I wrapped my hand around my cock and started pumping, I couldn’t help imagining how he’d look naked in the woods.

Running.

Trying to hide.

Crying out when I finally caught him.

Begging when I finally knotted him.

Taking in his scent, I held it in as my cock throbbed and my knot started to pulse. Squeezing it wasn’t enough, but it was all I had as my orgasm burst out of me and cum shot out into the hot spray of the shower.

It wasn’t anywhere near as good as it was going to be with Dorian, but my wonderfully bossy mate was human, and I had no idea how that was going to change our mating. But no matter what, I had a sexy mate, a strong right hand, and unlimited hot water.