I still can’t believe Logan agreed to go with us, if I’m being honest.
He knows Ivan and I scent matched, yet he appears excited for this trip.
What is my Omega life right now?
“You seem happy,” Fang observes. We sit outside the coffee shop as I strum his guitar, going back and forth between cords.
It’s repetitive, but the results are worth it.
I’ll be playing for Bean in no time.
“Happier than usual,” he amends when I cock my head, surprised. “It’s a nice look on you.”
I hum contentedly. There’s a gentle breeze, and it carries his leather scent in the air, making my mouth water.
“I’m going on a rescue mission this weekend,” I say. “Going to pick up some kittens and a mom that need a home. They’re in Artemis County.”
“Really? That’s far. Does that mean you won’t be able to make our next lesson?”
He keeps a straight face, but his eyes can’t lie. There’s a flicker of disappointment in them.
“That’s what it means,” I murmur. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey! Don’t be sorry. You’ve saving kittens.” His lip quirks. “Who am I to stop a cat superhero?”
I snort and gently place his guitar down against the table. “You want to see them?” I pull out my phone and scroll to the photo of Agnes and her five babies.
Agnes is gorgeous, with fluffy white fur and blue eyes. Her five kittens are in a cuddle pile against her, all sound asleep.
Fang takes my phone and peers at the photo. “They’re beautiful,” he says, his voice low. I shiver at his tone.
“We’re dropping them off at Blair’s home; she’s going to foster them. The goal is to get everyone adopted out, including Agnes, the mom, hopefully with at least one of her kittens.”
Fang continues to stare at the photo. “We?” he asks.
“My boyfriend Ivan, and Logan, a vet at the animal clinic next door to the rescue.”
I watch Fang’s face carefully, my chest tightening after I mention Ivan.
I suddenly careverymuch about how Fang reacts to what I say.
“He’s my scent match,” I add, and his eyes finally meet mine.
They swim with emotion. There is so much behind his expression that I can’t decipher, besides the unmistakable darkness ofhunger.
“Scent match, huh?” he says darkly. “Lucky him.”
My cunt aches at his words.
“Heislucky.” I hold his gaze.
“Sounds like a fun road trip. Since you won’t be at your lesson, it looks like my weekend is free.”
“Interesting,” I quip. I squirm in my seat, and he notices, giving me a wolfish smile.
“Is there room for one more on that trip?”
I blink. “Really?”
