"Because the food is excellent," I point out dryly. "Just shut up and enjoy the pancakes."
James scoffs but doesn't reply, digging into his food.
"Here, I got you some," I hear Annabelle say, and I spot the familiar vial being pushed into Lena's hand. "The best stuff you'll ever have. Nyx asked me to bring it for you."
Lena throws me a look of appreciation. "It's due to start any day now. You're a life saver."
"Honestly, it's the best," I mumble through a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes. "You can bang bang without worry. No more ice baths."
Annabelle laughs softly, holding up her hand. "Now wait a moment. I didn't say it prevents pregnancy. It probably lowers the risk without the heat symptoms being present, but don't jinx it."
My mouth pops open in horror. "Oh, shit."
"You're fine," Annabelle says. "It's probably a small percentage. Nearly impossible, really."
"Have you met her?" Lena snorts. "This is the wolf with three mates. She's really good at beating the odds."
I glare at her. "You're not helping my anxiety."
Lena blows me a kiss. "Well, maybe look at it this way—you've already been screwed over once. No, twice. Maybe your luck isturning. You did say you didn't accidentally pick up a new mate when Alpha Kingston came."
I shudder. "No more mates. My cardio isn'tthatgood."
James splutters, choking on his food. Reaching over, I pat his back, laughing when he recoils as if I've electrocuted him.
"Eww. No, thank you," he says, taking a sip of water and wiping his mouth. "I do not need the imagery of my alpha in compromising positions."
I turn to Lena with an incredulous look. "Doesn't he remind you of—?"
"Reese? Yep. So innocent."
"I am not innocent," James argues. "I just have manners."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Really? I beg to differ. By the way, your alpha has a nice ass."
James makes a gagging sound, pushing his chair back. "I'm going back to duties. I did not need to visualize Alpha Cade's peach. How much do I owe?" He asks, pulling his wallet out.
"I've got it," I laugh. "Consider it compensation for your trauma."
He hesitates for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, he nods, conceding. "Fine. But you're still a bitch."
"And you're still an asshole. See you tomorrow for training?"
"We'll be there. Be prepared for the New Moon to kick your pack's asses."
"And be prepared for more mental imagery of your alpha's ass."
Chapter Fifteen
Nyx
I’m really impressed by Cade’s dedication to bringing these journals.
In my mind, I was picturing maybe three of them. But nope—he’s brought twenty-five.
Twenty-five large, completely full journals.
Apparently, Ophelia loved to write.
