It was that or yank the rope out of his hand and jump him.
Which I refuse to do until he or Johan tells me where Lazarus went. Since they’re being silent, I’m being noncompliant.
Or nonsexual.
Or whatever they want to call it.
Regardless, this isn’t how a pack is supposed to work. Communication is important. And they’re not communicating properly. So I’m not packing properly.
Or… orwhateverit should be called. Relationship-ing properly? Sexing properly?
I shake my head and focus on my task, ignoring my inane thoughts.
Well, not really ignoring them. I can’t stop picturing Noah with that rope.And Johan with that bo staff.
It seems my hacker alpha isn’t just good at computers. He’s also a black belt martial artist.
Because of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be skilled at basically everything he does?
My jaw ticks.
Do all my alphas have to be so damn perfect? So fucking attractive? So ridiculously alluring?
No wonder my heat is coming faster than expected.
I can feel it burning in my veins. I’m just hoping it’ll happenafterGio’s visit.
I should probably tell my alphas. Or maybe they already sense it.
That would explain why Noah showed up in my room first thing this morning wearing nothing but a towel. “Need anything, pet?” he asked me.
“Yes. Where’s Lazarus?” I countered, causing him to sigh.
“The boss is off doing boss-related things.”
I nodded. “And that’s all you’re going to tell me?”
“It’s not my story to share, little bee. I’m sure he’ll update you when he returns.”
“Hmm.” I slid out of bed and let him see that I’d slept naked. “Well, in that case, no, I don’t need anything.” I walked right past him, certain he could smell my slick. “Have a good day,enforcer.”
His growl trailed after me to the bathroom, and I almost thought he might follow.
But he didn’t.
And Johan didn’t even attempt to come see me.
Which is when I crafted my idea to make a nest in Lazarus’s space.
I fully intend to experience my heat right here in the middle of his bed.
If he’s not here to participate, then he’ll be surrounded by the scents of what happened. Andthatwill be poetic justice.
I keep that thought in mind while I prepare my safe haven, my heart beating fast with excitement.
There are pieces of all my alphas in here.
It’s Lazarus’s bed.
