Funny, I never thought I’d be able to love anyone other than my Pack brothers, much less a woman.
Yet, here I was, shuffling in front of her door, anxiety eating at me.
“Are you going to come in or what?” She still hadn’t lifted her gaze.
I sheepishly entered and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Are they okay?” she asked, only now raising her gaze. Worry and frustration were clear in her expression. Her lips puckered.
“You hate yourself for worrying about them, don’t you?” I guessed.
She grunted.
“They’re fine.”
At my response, she visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping, and her lips parting with an exhale.
As much as she tried to fight it, she wanted us. That was all we could hold on to as her Alphas. Being Scent Matches didn’t make us a sure thing. Nor did it make her fall in love with us; no, all the scent told us was we were a match, that we could completeeach other. It was a biological and emotional match; we were meant for one another, but that didn’t force love.
And right now, I was wishing it did.
It would make everything so much simpler.
Perhaps we wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.
“Are you getting back to writing?” I tapped the top of the computer box.
“I was trying to,” she grunted and shrugged and gripped the edge to place it on her nightstand. “I feel weirdly nervous about getting back into it.”
She offered me a peek inside her insecurities. I tried not to show her how pumped that made me.
“Considering an article about everything. It makes sense.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, squeezing the blanket higher, her shoulders curving forward, and she shivered exaggeratedly. “I’m going to settle in for bed.”
“This early?” I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t want to leave her.
“Yup,” she chirped, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed and stood, stretching my arms. Her focus snagged on my exposed stomach, but I kept my anticipation under wraps.
“Goodnight, Briar,” I murmured.
“Night,” she mumbled.
I left her, my heart aching with each step.
Chapter 46
Istared down at the draft I’d busted out within a few hours. It still needed work, and I had to input key witnesses, but the framework was done. I sat back and sighed.
By staying with Greymont Pack, I might actually have a shot at publishing the exposé and putting an end to Bourne Pack’s corruption. I closed the laptop. Tomorrow, I’d do another run-through of it. Take a look at it with a fresh perspective.
Exhaling, I stood and grabbed my glass of water sitting on the nightstand. I was parched.
Shuffling down the hall, I combed through all the other pieces of information I should try to find a way to fit in. Like Bourne Pack murdering my source to cover themselves.
Soft groans halted my steps. It went silent, and I was just about to continue walking to the kitchen when another whimper came. A deep, uncontrolled sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
