“You were concerned about Alvin,” I say. “I was an asshole about it.”
Maeve nods. “You’re right, but I still need another outlet to help with this stuff. So now, Ivan and I have a book club, and I have guitar class,” she says.
“And you like the professor?” I ask.
At that, she chews her lip, and that sugary scent increases.
It’s only then that I put together that it’s the scent of her slick.
Her arousal is in the air, potent and delicious.
If I can scent it, that means Ivan can scent it, too.
Mine, my inner Alpha growls.
“He’s…interesting,” she murmurs, staring at her glass, and I realize I’m about to be jealous of someone else besides Ivan.
“Oh,” Ivan says. “Good to know, babe.”
There is a strange dynamic going on between the two of them, something I’m not privy to.
As far as I know, Ivan isn’t in a pack with anyone else.
Is he just…encouragingMaeve to find her packmates?
Is he helping her build a pack from scratch?
I’ve never considered that as an option before.
I’ve never been in pack. From my observation of relationships, most packs were formed before they found their Omega, which is why I always felt out of place.
Huh.
Maeve keeps blushing, but she smiles as she does it, unashamed.
I adore her.
Where she’s loud, I’m quiet. Where she’s sociable, I keep to myself.
She’s a bright beacon, blinding everyone around her, while I’m a subtle shadow.
My dove.
I drum my fingers on the table, twitching slightly.
I need to go soon. Stella and Trooper will be frustrated if dinner is late, but it’s hard to slide out of the booth when this is the most social activity I’ve had in as long as I can remember.
I want to drink in every second with Maeve and breathe in every whiff of chamomile scent she offers me.
“Anyway,” Maeve adds, her eyes fixed on me. “You want to order dessert? This place has the best chocolate cake.”
I can already hear Stella and Trooper’s frustrated meows at their dinner being approximately twenty minutes late.
“Absolutely,” I say.
Maeve’s excitement is worth the guilt trip I’ll experience later.
“And that’show I ended up with the cats,” I say as we finish up the last of the cake.
