Page 19 of Pucking With My Head

“What about Danny? He’s not working right now, so what is he doing all day?”

“He’s searching for jobs. It’s not his fault every employer in town is judgmental.”

“Surely he can take two minutes between his job hunting to grab some milk if he wants dinner made for him?”

Pa grimaced. “He doesn’t have his license right now, so he can’t drive.”

I swiveled around to look at my father incredulously. What had my idiot brother done this time to warrant his license being suspended?

“Don’t give me that look, Bethany. Your brothers have been having a hard time. They really struggled losing your mother—we all did.”

Yet, somehow, I was expected to do everything on my own and they were handed everything on a silver platter.

“Pa…”

He got up, walked over to me, and pulled me into a hug. “I know they get on your nerves, but they are your brothers, and we need to support them. If your mother was here, she would know what to do.”

The hug was familiar and warm, and for a moment, I leaned into it. “I’ll go get milk,” I muttered after a moment, deflating.

My pa beamed down at me. “Thank you. Now I must go to work, but I’ll see you for dinner!”

Gathering his things, he headed out the door, and I heard his truck pulling out of the driveway a moment later.

The house was quiet and empty.

Honestly, I kind of liked it that way.

My phone dinged, and I checked the screen, thinking it could be another text from Pack Noble. Not that they had any reason to be texting me again, but still, my heart jumped at the possibility. Talking with them had been oddly easy. Over the phone, I wasn’t distracted by how annoyingly good-looking they were.

Liam:

Hey, do you want to go to dinner on Friday?

I frowned at the screen. Liam was an alpha I had been briefly introduced to last month. A girl from my economics class had insisted that he would be a good potential match for me, so I had agreed to take his number.

Normally, I would turn him down and move on. I had no interest in dating at the moment, but after my brother’s words insinuating that I was a whore…well, I wanted to be petty. Not that I would ever tell my family that I usually dated betas.

That would lead to a lot of questions, and there was no way I was going to admit to them that I didn’t want to end up with analpha because I saw how poorly they treated the women in their lives.

Taking a deep breath, I stashed my phone away and turned back to the food. Soon enough, I would be back home, where I only had to care for myself.

And I officially had a date.

Chapter 7

Cullen

Fury.

Usually I kept my cool, but with Bethany, that seemed to be getting harder and harder. Joey couldn’t stop going on about her.

Then she turned up at the restaurant almost a week after she had babysat Joey. A whole week of her scent infiltrating my senses, driving me insane, and now she was here.

Atmyrestaurant.

On a date.

Though I doubted the pathetic alpha who smelled like raw meat could really be considered a date.

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