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Iwas kind of mad at Sawyer when we decided to pass by his café, check if Brinlee was there. I mean, sure, he doesn’t owe us anything, but I thought there was a connection between us. I thought he’d at least tell us if he wasn’t interested, if he was actively looking at other packs.
That’s just good manners, if nothing else. We’d bonded over trying to help Brinlee, and the chemistry between us seemed to be off the charts.
But seeing his pale face and the black smudges under his eyes, seeing him shaking and so stressed out, it fucking hurt my heart.
I have feelings for this guy. Even if he doesn’t.
And then Brinlee’s words came back to me, about his family pressuring him, and although you know, he’s an adult, and his decisions are his own at the end of the day, I was too concerned to hold onto my anger.
Then he confesses the thing about his café and his goddamn parents, and I just about lost it. Not with him. With them. How dare they extortionate him like that? Their own son.
I don’t say all that. They are still his parents.
But Kyrian has no such qualms later on, after Sawyer has locked up the place and we take an Uber to our apartment. He twists around in his passenger seat. “Your goddamn parents want to sell you to a pack for money?”
“It’s not exactly like that,” Sawyer whispers.
“Sure it is. You can put it any way you like, it comes down to the same thing.”
“Ky,” I start, “maybe we should?—”
“You’re right,” Sawyer says, his voice hushed. “Kyrian is right. It’s insane. But I’m an omega and I’m used to this sort of things, even though I shouldn’t be.”
It’s awful, is what it is. Disgusting. Sickening.
“Let’s look at some numbers,” Archer says, “when we get home. Let’s see how much you owe them. Did you go through a lawyer?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn. Then we’ll take a look at the amount and decide how to tackle it.”
“You think it’s possible?” Sawyer breathes.
“To pay back without tying your life to a pack you don’t want? Yeah. I’ll find a way.” Archer bares his teeth in a savage grin. “I promise.”
I hope Archer knows what he’s doing, promising he can help with Sawyer’s loan. It’s true we aren’t filthy rich, though Archer has some funds and shares in the bar. I guess I understand why Sawyer’s parents would insist so much on finding him a well-off pack. Parents want their kids to have a good life.
But Archer is good at finances. If anyone can solve this issue, it’s him. Besides, he’s highly motivated.
We all are, when it comes to our mates.
So I’ll worry about the financial part later, after we have numbers in our hands. My main, more urgent concern right now is taking care of Sawyer. He looks so strung out, as if he’s treading a thin edge, and I don’t like it. He looks like he’s about to fall apart, about to break, and no matter how much I want to go after Brinlee, demand to know why she’s ghosting us after last night and the damn glorious sex we had, I feel that sorting out our relationship with this stubborn, sexy omega feels more urgent.
If he really has to deal with his parents’ ultimatum by next week… that’s in a few days’ time. And I hate the despair in his eyes, and also the fear the pack he met last night put there.
His fingers are tapping on the seat between us as he looks outside the window. I slide my hand over his, stilling the movements, and his head snaps around, eyes wide.
I smile at him. Almost there. In every sense. Almost home. Almost reaching an understanding, a decision.
I had a feeling about this, about him, from the start. It was vague at first, tinted with desire, but now the signal is getting clearer, louder.
He’s ours. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones.
We’re almost outside our place, when he says, “What was the misunderstanding you had with Brinlee?”
I consider him from under my lashes. “We slept with her,” I say.
“Slept as in…”
