Page 65 of Roommate Wanted
The roads were pitch black. I wasn’t used to the silent eeriness of rural life.
“Naw. Everyone knows wit it’s like with a bonded pair. Some couples vanish for months tae get it aw oot ay their system.”
“When can I see the distillery?” I was curious to see how whiskey was produced.
“About that, why don’t yae come and work wae me?”
The suggestion didn’t surprise me. The last few weeks, we had been wrapped up in one another and our bond. Conall wouldn’t survive living in the city, and I couldn’t be without either of them. They felt like home in a way I’d never imagined.
“I’m sorry, Lyall. I can’t,” I said gently.
His face fell, and his knuckles turned white from strangling the steering wheel. I felt a stab of pain through our bond and almost rubbed my chest.
“I’d end up suing you for sexual harassment, taking your mansion and business as compensation. You’d be homeless, relying on Conall to hunt your food for you,” I said, sadly shaking my head.
He took a deep breath before glaring at me.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” I screamed.
The narrow, spindly roads in the pitch black were death traps.
“Yer arse is mine tonight,” he growled, but his eyes were on the road.
I chuckled.
It was worth it.
After all, I had to get him back for all the shady shit he did to me.
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The hall that was booked for the party was stunning. Everyone had dressed up for the occasion, and it was nice to see a few friendly faces. His parents were the most welcoming, and then there were Ewan and Callum. They enjoyed baiting Lyall, who played it cool.
Lyall was like a celebrity within the pack, admired by both young and old.
“What took yae so long, Alpha?” Kyle asked. “Ah thought yae wud stay in London forever.”
“He had tae woo the lassie,” his dad said.
“Mair like stalking the wee lassie,” Callum added.
“It’s be’cuz she’s human,” Willow said, staring at Lyall in a way that made me want to claw her eyes out.
“If yae arnae going tae be civil then I suggest yae get yersel’ hame,” his mum snapped at her.
Willow shrugged and, with a flick of her mousy brown hair fucked off to the open bar. Lyall’s eyes followed her, but they were full of animosity. I nestled into him, and he swapped the drink in his hands to put his hand on my back. It slid under my dress and rested on my ass.
“Yer dress is handy after all,” he murmured.
“I hope your kilt is, too.”
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The music swelled, and I slipped away to the bathroom. Too much wine. Too much smiling. Too many hungry eyes on Lyall.
I paused in the corridor, rounding the corner when I heard my name. My real mistake was stopping. Listening.
“She’s no even one o’us,” Willow’s voice sneered.“A human. Weak. Can yae imagine her birthing tae the next Alpha? She’wudnae survive.”
