Page 73 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
“What?” she asks, eyeing me closely. “Is the story embarrassing?”
“Was this when he told you that I’m shit at communicating?” I try not to be too pissed at that because he’s right.
“Yes. He said that we need to learn to communicate because if he tells me the stuff you don’t want to, then we will never learn.” She chews her lip. “That was smart of you to have a beta good at the things you're shit at.”
I release a sigh. “Can my mate please stop repeating how shit I am at things and how much better my beta is at those same things?”
Her beautiful eyes, a rare blue with flecks of hazel, sparkle. “Jealous?”
I tuck her against my chest. “Damn right.”
Taking her hand, we continue our walk. “I lost control.”
I feel her looking at me. “During the hunt?”
“The feral looked like the one who killed my parents. I lost control, tore the feral apart, and didn’t give a shit who saw me.”
She’s silent for a beat. “And that’s why you sent Wes and Cruz to Gregson College when you heard about another feral instead of going yourself?”
I nod. “Alphas don’t lose control.”
She snorts. “Everyone loses control sometimes.”
“Not me.”
“You have a God complex.”
I stop walking and turn to face my mate, my eyebrow raised. “I have awhat?”
“A God complex. You like to think you’re right about everything. That you can do everything perfectly. It’s why you refused to believe I was a feral, even though all the evidence was right there in front of your face.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
And she resumes walking.
I catch up with her, curious about her response. “And is that a bad thing?”
“Yes.”
I stop her then, clasping her hips and peering down at her, confused. “Then why aren’t you angry or walking away from me?”
She rises on her tiptoes and kisses me. “Because no one is perfect, Aren. Not even you.”
When my cell phone vibrates in my back pocket, I ignore it. Finan knows where we are. He can handle almost anything. Kat is being accepting of my flaws, and I’m not sure I’m ready to let her go without another kiss.
“You should get that.” Kat dodges my next kiss, this time by placing her hand flat on my chest and nudging. “It could be important.”
“Finan can handle it.”
“You dump an awful lot on his head.”
“He can handle it.”
“But he shouldn’t have to.”
I look down at her for a moment, ignoring the vibrating phone in my back pocket as I puzzle over what this is about. “Are you volunteering to help?”
“No.”
I steal a kiss and smile at her scowl. Dropping her waist isn’t easy, but I let her go and take her hand instead, squeezing it as I continue to lead the way to my favorite part of our forest. “It’s a lot of work,” I explain. “I don’t willingly dump it all on Fin’s head because I’m lazy.”
