Page 135 of Pack Choice
I close my eyes and whisper, “Me, Colt, River and Ford.”
I hold my breath. The room is silent. I creep open an eyelid.
Both Bea and Ava are grinning at me. Wide genuine grins that make my heart burst.
“Oh, Molly,” Ava gushes, scooping me up into a hug, “I’m so happy for you.”
“You are? You don’t think I’m crazy for trying to form these three alphas into a pack?”
“No,” Ava says simply.
“They’re all mad about you,” Bea says. “It makes perfect sense.”
“Really? I mean they’re lone wolves … and they like me but will they get on with each other and–”
“How was the sex?” Bea asks bluntly.
“I already told you, incredible.” I sigh.
“And they worked together? It wasn’t like a …” she searches for the words, “taking turns kinda thing.”
“Oh no, they worked together.” I sigh again, my eyes glazing over.
“Okay, Moll,” Bea laughs.
I blink, focussing on the two of them again.
“I think that’s a good sign,” Ava says. She nibbles on her thumbnail. “I’ve met some packs that I think would be a mess in the bedroom, completely chaotic and–”
“That sounds hot,” I say.
“No, not in a good way,” she shakes her head, “I think they’d be squabbling the whole time, getting in each other’s way, with no timing and–”
“That sounds awful!” Bea says in horror.
“Oh, it happens,” I reassure her.
She shudders, swallowing the last of her cauliflower.
“If they can work together in the bedroom, in the throes of a heat, I think that’s a very good sign,” Ava concludes.
“So you both think this is a good idea?” I ask. I trust these two girls most in the world. I may no longer have my mom for advice and guidance, but Ava and Bea are the next best things. If they’d been dead against this, I’m not sure I could have gone ahead.
“Definitely,” Ava says.
“Absolutely,” Bea confirms.
“And how about Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum? How do you think they’re going to take this news?” I say.
“If you’re referring to your brothers,” Bea says, pinching my arm, “don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to them.”
I sit up and hug her.
“Thank you.”
“Hey,” she says, “I’m hoping this little one,” she points to her baby-bump, “will have some cousins soon enough. I have a vested interest.”
I peer down at my own flat stomach. It’s totally crazy, but the idea of that does not freak me out. Not at all.
