Of course, I knew that.Packs share.That’s the whole point.
But not all packs are that open about it. They don’t all actually practice what they preach.
My last pack was supposed to share too. We talked about it, agreed to it, made all these promises about being each other’s everything.
Then I found out one of them had a side Beta girlfriend he was secretly seeing. Someone he didn’t share with the pack and someone he kept all to himself.
It broke me. Made me feel like I wasn’t enough and that I wasn’t the center of anyone’s world the way I’d thought I should have been. But I shove that emotion aside, refusing to let that old hurt bother me anymore.
“Come on, before you freeze,” Jasper calls from outside.
I follow him out onto the driveway and stop short.
It’s not snowing today. The sun is climbing over the mountains, painting the sky in brilliant shades across the heavens. The air is crisp and cold but clear, and it’s going to be a gorgeous day.
Jasper is heading toward the garage, pressing a button on his keys, and a huge side door begins to pull up.
Within moments, a silver Ferrari rolls smoothly out of the garage, all sleek lines and elegance. It’s not a typical sports car, though. It’s bigger, more like an SUV but clearly expensive as hell. The prancing-horse logo gleams on the front grille.
Shit. Who is this guy?
The passenger window slides down. “You coming?” Jasper asks.
I approach the car like it might bite me, opening the passenger door carefully. “I feel like I need to take my shoes off before getting in this thing.”
He laughs. “It’s a car, Anita. Not a museum.”
I climb in, trying not to touch anything unnecessarily. “This is probably worth more than my entire life.”
“It’s a Purosangue,” he says with a shrug, like that means nothing. “Ferrari’s first SUV. Figured it made more sense for the weather up here than a 488.”
“Oh, well, obviously,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Can’t be driving around in just any Ferrari.”
He grins, and we’re pulling out of the driveway.
The interior is all leather and high-tech displays and that new car smell that probably costs extra. Everything is modern and so far beyond my tax bracket that it’s almost funny.
“You comfortable?” he asks, glancing over at me.
“Terrified I’m going to somehow damage something, but otherwise great.”
“Relax.” His hand briefly touches my knee, a gesture that sends tingles racing up my thigh. “I’m not worried about the car. I’m more interested in making sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” I say automatically.
He glances at me again, those ice-blue eyes assessing, and I know he doesn’t believe me. I swallow. “By the way, thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous.”
He grins. “You’re welcome. You deserve so much more.”
I can’t stop the smile on my lips or the shyness creeping up my neck at his words.
We drive in silence for a moment, the car handling the winding roads with ridiculous ease. No sound from the engine, just smooth acceleration and the softest hum.
I keep catching him staring at me. Quick glances when he thinks I’m not paying attention, and every time our gazes meet, the corner of his mouth curls up.
“Look, about earlier,” I start, needing to address this before it gets more awkward. “I just want you to know that I wasn’t trying to?—”
“I meant what I said,” he interrupts, his voice firm. “The only thing you should know is that Slater’s going to feel left out. And that I need to see you again to make up for last night.”
