Page 74 of Drown My Sorrow

“Shale, you’re going to teach them manners, right?”

I roll my eyes. Nat loves to edge the Daane on and provoke their protective instincts. Like they need it.

“Of course, we are.”

“That deliberate snubbing was uncalled for.” Nat is incensed. She fluffs her red hair and narrows her eyes in rage at the Raines Pack.

“Agreed!” Keagan growls.

“It’s all right. I didn’t want to be stared at by everyone, anyway.”

Nat raises an eyebrow and glares at the side of my face while I resolve to ignore her at all costs.

“So, you’re okay with them walking towards you and just suddenly turning away? That’s okay? You’re perfectly fine with it?”

I seethe and turn to look at her really quickly, but it’s what she’s been waiting for. A smile spreads across her face, and she lunges forward, smacks a kiss to my cheek, and races off.

“I’ll be back when I’m done!”

“Nat! Leave it alone!”

“Can’t do that. I’m bored.”

I mutter a curse and turn to the alphas behind me. “Are you going to stop her?”

“I can’t. I hurt my leg,” Keagan says with the widest grin. “Can’t run.”

I narrow my eyes and turn a look on Beau.

“Sorry, Cher, but I think siccing Nat on them is my favourite idea in the history of ideas.”

Shale shrugs. “I don’t control Nat.”

And that’s all the help I’m going to get. I turn away from the gathered crowd and limp back towards the hotel, but I don’t want to go there yet. I feel restless and wild.

Beau bounces around me, telling outrageous stories that have me giggling. Keagan keeps everyone away, and Shale is a comforting presence at my back.

But there’s an idea that’s been pushing at me ever since Nat suggested it. I can’t shake it. The words that have been pressing at me are on the tip of my tongue.

I want your bonds.

What would it feel like to have them? What would it feel like to belong to them? They couldn’t throw me away if I had them, could they?

“What are you thinking?”

I answer without thinking it through.

“About getting bonds.”

The impact on my alphas is instantaneous. The three of them stop for a split second and then move in close to surround me.

“Our bonds?” Keagan whispers.

“Who else’s?” I murmur, my heart crashes like a drum. “I’m just thinking about it!” I say in a shrill voice as their hunger and intensity starts pushing my body into a familiar heated reaction.

I clench my fingers to stop from reaching out because I want the contact, skin against skin, our bodies writhing against each other.

Shale lets out what sounds like a purr, and I have to squeeze my thighs together when I suddenly get very, very wet.

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