“This is our first time out in town as a pack.” I chewed my lip. “I like making matching outfits for my friends for town events.”
King and Wilder let out low growls, and all three of their scents intensified.
“You want everyone to know we belong to you,” King said. A statement, not a question, but I nodded all the same.
“Sorry if that’s weird.”
Leo snorted and tugged me into his chest, his body firm against mine. He was using his new cane, the one King gave him, and that made excited little sparks somersault through my chest. “Weird? I fucking love it. Next time we’ll all be matching.”
I melted against him. My guys were perfect. Except…I couldn’tsmell myself on his skin anymore. My nose wrinkled, my omega turning vicious as my nose scrunched.
My movements were borderline aggressive as I rubbed my cheek against his neck. I might not have made them special outfits, but they sure as fuck weren’t going outside without my scent on their skin.
Once I was satisfied Leo was covered in my scent, I moved down the line to King and then Wilder. My chest loosened once they were drenched in my scent. They hadn’t argued or rolled their eyes at my possessiveness.
Wilder’s scent was a riot of emotion, and his grip on my ass was almost desperate. “Need anything else before we leave?”
I peered into his eyes, but they didn’t offer me an explanation for his mood. This would be a lot easier if we were bonded and I could feel his emotions.
My breath hitched. The four of us had been a pack for all of twelve hours and I was already thinking about bonding?
“Lucy?”
Right. This was not the time to have a spiral about our relationship.
“Nope, I don’t need anything else. Let’s go.”
I grabbed Wilder’s hand, and we headed out the door.
“What time is it?” I asked as we approached the bakery. Summer had told me to arrive at nine so we’d have plenty of time to set up before the party started at eleven.
“Nine thirteen,” King said.
“Wow, only thirteen minutes late. That might be a record.” I raised my voice so I could be heard over Summer’s music. She had it going so loud we could hear it from the sidewalk.
“I need to get Blossom and Felix dressed and—”
I was interrupted by Lars’s truck pulling up beside us. Before it had come to a full stop, Olive threw the door open. She bounced toward me with a squeal, and her enthusiastic hug would have toppled me over if not for Wilder’s huge chest keeping me steady.
“Olive! Do not get out of a moving car.” Finn exited the truck in acloud of fury, followed by my brother and Easton—the only one who was smiling.
Olive pursed her lips. “I’m not sure that really counts as moving.”
“Unless you want to lose your door-opening privileges, you would do well to listen to me.”
Olive just smiled at her alpha’s over-the-top protectiveness. “Okay, I promise I won’t do that again. Now you should probably leave. I’ll see you in a little bit for the opening—” Olive’s efforts to shove Finn back to the truck were futile. Her three alphas stood shoulder to shoulder, scowling at my men.
I arched an eyebrow, and Olive mouthed “Sorry.” Oh god, this was going to be some horrible brother posturing, wasn’t it?
“Lars,” I said, my voice full of warning. “Be nice.”
He grunted.
“Seriously. Don’t be obnoxious about this.”
“You’re my sister. Of course I’m going to be obnoxious.”
“I wasn’t rude to Olive when you started courting her!”
