I kissed each of their cheeks before I rushed back into the kitchen.
Zevo was great. He would’ve told me to go take care of my mates and not to worry about coming back. The rest of the crew, too. But I needed a few minutes away from them—this little bit of space to process all that had just happened.
In less than a month, my life had been flipped upside down once again. And as well as the last time turned out, this was going to be even better. I found my mates.
Please don’t let me, a wolf who hasn’t finished college, doesn’t have a pack, and lives in a tiny apartment, be a disappointment to them.
Chapter Eleven
Seth
“Everything changed so fast.” I turned my glass slowly between my hands, still processing those changes and unsure if I could believe they had actually happened. “I don’t even…”
“He’s our mate.” Indy’s voice held perfect assurance.
“True, but that’s the only thing I’m sure of.” I sipped my scotch, mulling. “We don’t know anything about him besides the fact he’s a wolf and he’s ours.”
“A gorgeous wolf.”
“That’s also true. Fast and sleek and with the thickest fur.” Closing my eyes, I pictured him running ahead of us, tail shorter and bushier than I’d expected. “I never saw him coming.”
Indy lifted a finger and the bartender brought him a refill of his drink. “No, me either. I’d like to say this will please my fathers, but I’m afraid it’s going to have the opposite effect.
“Maybe the right thing to do is to take this one step at a time. We are both expected to return after the weekend and move forward with mating one of the acceptable omegas.”
“Right. And your point is?”
“We can’t do that because we’ve already met our mates.” I paused, the weight of the moment pressing down on my shoulders. “Plural. And if I thought walking away from you was impossible, walking away from both? Impossible.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes while the club went on around us. In the mirror over the bar, we could see the guests dancing and drinking and… “Is that a giraffe?” Indy asked, pointing straight in front of him at the reflection.
“Oh. Yes, I guess it is. Lucky the main floor has a high ceiling.”
“I know shifting is allowed, but most places, even owned by shifters, don’t allow that indoors. It’s wild. How do they keep from getting everything destroyed? Have you seen those hippie chimps anywhere?”
I scanned the view in the mirror. “No, but from the way they were talking, I gather they planned to ‘tune in and tune out’ or something like that?”
“What on earth?”
The bartender came back with a bowl of mixed pretzels and nuts and set it in front of us. “It’s an expression from about fifty years ago. Means, I think, ingest cannabis and relax. Or magic mushrooms or something.”
“Oh. Thanks. This place does allow everything,” I said, handing him my empty. “Just a soda please this time.”
“Sure.” He set the glass under the counter and plucked a tall slender one from a shelf behind him. “But no, no smoking of anything. Not even vaping inside the club or on the grounds. We can’t stop the partiers from doing it on their own, but we don’t need to encourage them to be any wilder than they are. And the dragons are enough of a fire danger.” Filling the glass halfway with ice, he held it under a fountain nozzle and filled it. “Here you go. Coming!” And he was gone down to the other end of the bar.
“Interesting place,” Indy said. “Glad they are careful about fire, though.”
“I never thought about dragons. Have you ever met one?”
“Nope.” He picked up his drink and took a sip. “But it would be fun. Let’s keep an eye out.”
“I never have either. What a night, huh?”
“Yes.” Indy nodded. “And back to what we were saying. One step at a time sounds like the best way to go. Right now, we need to let our omega know what he’s stepping into with us and whathe might be facing. He probably comes from a nice wolf pack with a supportive family who accepts him for what he is.”
“Then why isn’t he on his pack lands?” I asked. “If it was so great there, wouldn’t he still be there?”
“Maybe. But he might have wanted adventure. Either way, we’re both a package deal and possibly a nightmare. Two alpha fathers who expect us to each have an omega and forget about one another. Bram needs to know we get it if we’re too much of a good thing. Putting us back at square one.”
