Page 16 of Drown My Sorrow

“And?”

“The pack was there, too.” I pause, my cheeks burning. Why is this so hard to admit? I can’t even say the next bit in a loud voice. I have to whisper the admission. “They all seem to think they’re my scent matches.”

IglareatNatand rub my ears again. “Did you have to shriek that loudly?”

“You’ve got six scent matches. Six! You hit the jackpot. We have to go find them. I have to see.”

“NO!”

Nat puts her hands on her hips. “Either we go or I go.”

I curse under my breath, push myself into a stand, following Nat to the front door. She hands me the accursed cane and walks beside me, almost vibrating with excitement.

“Shale hit Kelly.”

“Good. I’ve changed my mind. Shale is a good alpha. I like him. I would lick him.”

I give her a side-eye and shake my head, but then I glance back down the street and freeze.

Gael is standing in the middle of the road, staring right at me.

“Is that him?”

“Gael,” I murmur. “That’s the guy who's been searching for me all these years.”

“He is yummy, girl.”

He walks towards me, and I feel myself stiffen. I look anywhere but at him as I imagine how pathetic I look with my cane, limping down the street.

“Aspyn.”

Gael’s got an accent, too. How did I not notice that?

I look up and freeze. His eyes are a deep brown and appear depthless and so soft, but where the light catches them, they turn a rich and striking amber.

“I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

I shift my weight and glance at Nat. The plan was to spy, not have conversations with them.

“Why?”

He blinks, and I blush at my half shout.

“Why are you looking for me? Why?” I say the words urgently, then force myself to take a breath and calm down.

He shakes his head. “It’s a long story. Would you care to sit, have a drink with me, and I can tell you?”

I’m tempted, so damn tempted. But then Keagan drapes his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

I inhale the scent of my alpha, that blood orange, and whine.

He dips down, brushes his lips across mine, and then straightens back up.

“Holy shit, he pissed on your leg,” Nat says in awe.

I shoot her a look that says shut the fuck up, bitch, and save me. She ignores both.

“Come on, babe. You promised you’d let me,” Keagan pauses, shooting a simmering look down at me, “eat you for dinner.”

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