I’m only a slightly bit more put together than he is. I’m still fraying at the edges, fighting every urge to break down the door and demand to see Maeve.
If she doesn’t want me around during her Heat, or worse, if she rejects me, and I’m left to hear and smell everything that happens, I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
“I’ve never done this before,” Logan says shamefully.
“Never had a scent match? Me either,” I chuckle.
“No. I mean, I’ve never?—”
The door opens, and Ivan, fully dressed, peeks his head out. His hair is ruffled, and sweat shines off his face and neck.
He smells like Maeve.
Like Heat, and slick, and sugar, and everything thatI’m missing out on…
I don’t realize I’m growling until his dark eyes narrow, and an answering growl rumbles from his own chest. “Hey,” he says calmly, despite the warning in his eyes, “I know tensions are high, but we have to keep it together for her. She needs us.”
“You smell like her,” I bite out, my inner Alpha speaking for me.
Shit. I need to keep it together.
Maeve may be my scent match, but technically, Ivan isn’t keeping her from me, even though it feels like it.
“She’s resting in her nest,” Ivan says, ignoring my comment. “But she’s asked for you.”
He looks at me specifically, and a choked sound comes from Logan’s throat.
“Me?” I clarify, saliva pooling in my mouth.
Bite her take her claim her fuck her
“You,” he says. “And I know she’s your scent match, but—” he steps closer to me, his eyes blazing—“if something happens, if she says the words, you’re out of this cabin and sleeping in the snow. You hurt her, do anything to make her uncomfortable, and you’redone.”
I understand why he’s saying this. I do.
But to imply that I could possibly hurt my scent match, that I would ever try to damage Maeve, makes me sick to my stomach and furious at the same time.
“The same goes for you, Logan,” Ivan adds cooly before I can give a retort.
I raise an eyebrow. Logan is Ivan’s boss, and my fury is replaced by genuine respect at the boundaries Ivan has set.
He’s known her the longest. He’s watching out for her.
I turn to Logan, who once again, looks like he might vomit.
“You have my word,” I tell Ivan solemnly, holding on to the last of myself control.
My scent match is asking for me, and this other Alpha that smells like her is standing in my way.
I know why he’s doing this—I understand his words, but right now, rational thought is hard to come by, especially when the urge to go fucking wild pulses through my veins.
“The storm should let up soon. There are enough supplies for her for now, but once we can, we need to place some deliveries.” he says. “We’re not leaving this place for at least a couple days.” Then, he steps out of the doorway and onto the porch. “Go to her. She’s asking for you.”
I nod at him, then head through the front room, ready to face her again.
I need to see her.
Being her scent match makes everything in my life brighter.
