“What?” Dylan is already rushing over to see, and Jasper and Slater immediately follow.
I sigh heavily. I should have hidden that sketchbook better.
“It’s my sketches for my Patreon subscribers,” I explain. “They’re just generic heroes for a fantasy series I’m working on.”
“Oh, that’s totally us,” Dylan says, grinning widely. “And notice how we all have huge cocks compared to the other characters on this page.”
“There are no cocks in my images!” I protest, climbing out of the bed to approach them.
They all turn to stare at me with matching expressions of amused disbelief.
“Well, they’re in pants,” Jasper adds slowly, like he’s explaining something to a child. “But the bulges you created indicate very significant packages.” He winks at me. “Very accurate, by the way.”
My face flames hot. Jasper is the only one I haven’t seen completely naked yet, and now all I can think about is whether my sketch was correct.
I manage to snatch my sketchbook back from Mason’s hands and physically usher all four of them toward the door. “Out! I need to get changed.”
They file out with varying degrees of amusement, and I rest my back against the closed door, pressing my sketchbook to my chest.
God, is this really happening?
What about my life back in the city? My apartment, my routines, my carefully constructed independence? My radio show that I built from nothing? My future plans that I had all mapped out?
I’m not even sure what those plans were anymore, but I assumed I could do anything, go anywhere. Now I have a pack. Something I swore to myself I wouldn’t do again after the last disaster.
And it’s all happening so fast. Too fast.
Am I making a huge mistake?
As if on cue, Slater’s bite mark on my breast throbs, a warm pulse of sensation. Okay, I’m not having doubts about them specifically. I know deep in my heart that they’re mine and I’m theirs, but I thought that about my previous pack too, and look how that ended. I hate them now. Despise what they did to me.
But the Wilde pack is different, right?
Maybe I’ll use this time to genuinely get to know them. See if they’re actually good for me long-term while getting their help to take down Reed. Yes. That’s my focus. Focus on the real villain, then prove to myself and them that I’m trustworthy.
I get dressed quickly in leggings and a comfortable T-shirt, then head downstairs following the incredible smell of sweetness and maple syrup.
I find Jasper in the kitchen, and he starts filling a plate for me. Waffles, fresh strawberries and blueberries, whipped cream, warm maple syrup drizzled over everything.
“Oh my God,” I moan, taking the plate. “You’re amazing.”
He grins, leaning against the counter to watch me eat. Just watching. Not eating anything himself. I love waffles, so obviously I dig in immediately, and he just keeps staring at me with a soft expression.
“Do I have cream on my nose?” I joke around a mouthful of waffle.
“No. You’re perfect.”
I flush, taking another bite to avoid having to respond to that.
“Tonight,” he says after a moment, “I’m taking you out to a movie. Just you and me. How does that sound?”
“Actually, really nice and normal,” I admit. “Everything in my life recently has been anything but normal. A regular movie date sounds incredible.”
“Perfect.” He smiles wider. “I should warn you that Slater and I are heading into the office for a few hours. But Mason andDylan are waiting downstairs in the basement for your training session.”
“This should be interesting.”
I finish my breakfast, thank Jasper with a kiss that turns heated before he reluctantly pulls away, and then head down to the basement, everything feeling very surreal.
