Page 47 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
I’m Alpha here, yet I always seem to be the one getting it.
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KAT
“Apack run?” I repeat.
“We try to have one a couple of times a week,” Aren explains. “It’s good for bonding.”
He’s currently blocking my only route out of the dining room, where I had slipped in, hoping to grab myself a plate and slip back out without having to talk to him.
I could go out of the window, but that seems extreme to avoid an awkward conversation.
Every time I look at him, I’m reminded of us sleeping together, and I want to again. He went out, hunted a feral, and killed them. If he hadn’t, he’d have brought the feral back here and stuck them in the same silver cage where I nearly died.
He’s apologized, and that’s what I wanted, but how can I be with him if every couple of days, he’s out there doing the same thing to someone as he did to me?
“Kat?” he prompts.
Behind me, the dining room is silent. The rest of the pack are listening, the way they always seem to when we’re together.
And for some reason, my dad seems to no longer be actively considering killing Aren. My mom is being close-mouthed, and Carlie keeps smirking, but no one will tell me what’s going on.
I bite my lip. “I’m not sure I need to be there for it. I’m not pack.”
“You are.” His eyes linger on my mouth, and I’m reminded all over again how good it felt when he kissed me.
Because I’m his mate. That automatically makes me Pack Kasen if I want to be.
“When is it?” I ask so I know when to avoid it.
“Tonight. We usually meet by the creek.”
“Sure.” I step around him. At least, I try to.
He still isn’t moving. With his 6-foot-plus height, wide shoulders, and the fact he’s literally standing in the middle of the doorway, there’s no slipping around him.
“Was there something else?” There’s a bite to my voice that he couldn’t miss.
The silence behind me sharpens. Everyone in the room is hanging on our words. I wish they would focus on their lunch, just as I wish Aren hadn’t chosen now to ambush me with a pack run that feels like he’s asking me out on a date.
But it’s been two days of successful avoidance.
I guess he thinks this is the only way to catch me off guard.
“I’m not?—”
“Leo is looking forward to hisfirstpack run. I know he’s excited to see you there,” he interrupts.
His expression doesn’t change, but he’s not above using manipulation to get what he wants, and as far as manipulative tricks go, this is a good one.
I’m not about to disappoint Leo on what sounds like a pretty significant event for him.
“I’ll be there.” I glare at him so he knows I’m aware of his manipulation, and I’m not about to forgive him for it in a hurry.
The corners of his eyes crease in a smile, though no amusement makes it to his gaze. “Good. It’ll be fun.”
He steps aside, and I walk out of the room.
