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Fuck me but that impossible sight sent the tiniest thrill of hope straight into the darkest, most selfish parts of my soul. If those two complete and utter loons had found some way of living out their lives in tandem without claiming each other, then maybe—just maybe—Sasha and I could find a way to live out ours? Perhaps not as fully-fledged mates but maybe as… I don’t know… friends?
It was the little shove I needed to darken my mate’s doorstep and see if I could lend a hand.
35
ALPHA PORN
Sasha
Carbon sauntered into the bar, carrying takeout bags which smelled heavenly. My stomach rumbled appreciatively as I placed a hand over it. How long had it been since breakfast?
Viola crowed, emerging from her battleground victorious. The pleasantly clean smell which followed her out into the corridor was a heck of a lot sweeter than the stench which had assaulted us when she’d first braved that armpit of humanity. I shot her a grateful smile and she winked at me before turning to help set out the food.
Carbon trotted off for more.
My attention drifted back down to the notepad in hand and pen I’d been chewing on thoughtfully. Inventory—even when you had to make your pennies stretch, perhaps especially then—was a quiet meditation I’d always enjoyed while running Ivywood Pub.
Just a few more things to jot down. There. All done.
Mongrel shot me a soft smile of understanding as I rubbed my eyes, emerging from my dreamlike state with a list a mile long.
I frowned. Did we really need all this stuff?
Without a word, he snatched the list and began looking up the supply-chain in the book I kept under the counter, placing orders as he went. I turned to go in search of food but stopped.
The room had fallen silent. Instead of hunkering down over their lunches, everyone was gathered at one of the street-facing windows—which, I was pleased to note, were now squeaky clean after the curtains had been burned unceremoniously in a dumpster by our resident firebug—to peer out at the street.
I moved to follow and watched as Carbon swung his leg back onto his ride. A girl snuggled up behind him as the Enforcer shot a sardonic salute to one and all, backing out of that parking spot and driving away.
The figure looked achingly familiar. A smile split my face.
Winter. Our Winter was riding on back. Out in the open and everything.
Viola caught my eye and we shared a grin. Maybe Silver had been right. Maybe spending time with Carbon and away from us—the ones who couldn’t help but trigger her darkest memories—had been good for our friend. As much as I missed her, I wanted her to have a chance to heal. She deserved that and so much more.
It wasn’t just my people who were staring after the unlikely pair, though. A curious glance around the room proved that most of the MC were standing with their mouths hanging open, too.
Mongrel came up behind me and snuck his fingers around my belly, nuzzling the top of my head. “Huh. Never thought I’d see our berserker let anyone ride on back.”
“Um, why is everyone set on catching flies all of a sudden?” Viola demanded.
“That’s an official statement round these parts.” Silver sounded smug, shooting me a cheeky wink. “Only an old lady or mate rides with a Soul Reaper.”
My face colored as I realized I had been riding on the back of Mongrel’s ride only this morning. The giant’s chest at my back started to rumble, smugly.
“No one told me that,” I hissed right as Grimm sauntered in through the door, hands jammed into his jean pockets and looking all casual like. Mongrel chuckled, giving my hips a playful squeeze as I tried to twist and glare at him.
“What didn’t anyone tell you?” Grimm enquired, using his polite voice.
I was all set to tell the alpha to mind his business when Silver piped up in his most innocent voice. And made things worse. The little shit stirrer. “She rode old lady with Mongrel this morning. Didn’t you stop by to wave us off, alpha?”
My eyes flew wide, zipping from Silver’s to Grimm’s as all the air sucked out of the room. The alpha froze, shooting me a hungry look, before his body relaxed and his eyes flicked up and over my shoulder to meet his Sgt. at Arms. “Good for you, brother.”
Mongrel grunted, I scowled and the air returned to the room.
Everyone dived on the food now that the latest dick-straction—as Viola liked to call them—had run its course. Grimm accepted a beer from one of the prospects and wandered over to the far wall which had all the furniture cleared out so we could get to painting it straight after lunch.
He immediately started poking his nose into various plastic bags and boxes of supplies, causing my scowl to deepen. What was he even doing here?
