I was his first. I’ll be his last.
“So,” Fang says, kicking his socked feet onto the coffee table. He’s dressed in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, courtesy of the emergency supermarket delivery. “What happens next?”
I peer at him while Ivan rubs circles into my back. “What do you mean?”
“I think I’ve made it clear my intentions with you. We’re scent matches, babe. You can’t get rid of me.” He grins. “Or Logan, either, I assume.”
Logan shakes his head. “I’d like to be in a relationship with you,” he says softly. “If that’s what you want.”
His response makes my heart melt. He’s still so shy, so careful, after everything.
He’s been inside me. He’s felt me flutter around his cock while he knots my pussy but still looks at me like he’s unsure if I’ll say yes.
And Ivan, his purr as loud as ever, just gives me a brilliant smile. “I told you so,” he says.
“You weren’t right,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
“I called it from the beginning.” His smile turns into a mischievous grin, not unlike Fang’s. “Called it in bed, weeks ago.”
“Called what?” Fang asks.
I try to pinch Ivan’s side, but he pulls me to his chest with his strong arms, locking me in place.
“That the three of us would be in a pack together,” he says, and I blush furiously.
“What?” Fang quirks his lip, amused. “Is that so?” His blue eyes flash hungrily, and his pupils widen. “Is that what you wanted, sweetheart, all those days ago?”
My face burns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ivan tickles my side, and I squirm in his grasp.
“It would be an honor,” Logan says quietly. “If that’s what you wanted, Maeve.”
The room falls silent, and even the purrs stop.
“I have a house,” he adds, filling the quiet. “A packhouse. I don’t know why I purchased it. I just did, when I moved to Luna County. It didn’t make sense at the time, and people tried talk me out of it, because I don’t do those types of things. I’m not impulsive. It didn’t make sense for me to have one, since I wasn’t a part of a pack and I wasn’t even dating. I could never justify it.” He exhales. “But I think I finally found the reason why I did it.”
I peer to my right, catching the light in the kitchen window. The sky is bright blue, and the sun shines brilliantly, all traces of the storm from the other day forgotten.
Outside, a bird sings.
Then, I turn to Logan, and meet his warm, expressive eyes.
“I think you found the reason, too.”
Agnesand her kittens are stunning.
They peered up at us with wide, anxious eyes as we gently placed them in the large carrier that would transfer them toBlair’s house. Fang still insists that he wants them and can happily foster, but that will be a battle he’ll have to take up with Blair.
He’s going to have to win her over for her to entrust the cats into his care, and I’m curious to see how that interaction will go.
I want my friends to like my pack, after all.
“Pure white cats are the rarest,” Logan adds as we drive back to Luna County. The covered carrier sits in between him and Fang in the backseat, and he murmurs hushed kind words anytime a distressed squeak comes from the carrier.
Every sound makes panic swirl in my gut, and Ivan watches me carefully as he drives. He keeps his fingers intwined with mine, laying his hand on my thigh.
“Anything I can do?” he asks me, soft enough that Fang and Logan can’t hear.
