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But as I make my way to the far end of the café, close to the bookshelves area, I find my steps slowing down. Three men are standing by the shelves. Roman is holding an open book in his hands. The two alphas are talking, but stop the moment I appear.
“What do you want?” I whisper, my throat closing, and I’m not sure if it’s emotion of some sort, caused by their appearance here, or… their scents.
Fuck, their scents… they blend together into an intoxicating aroma that makes my mouth water. I smell caramel and tobacco and leather and male musk, and though I always thought I was more attracted to girls than boys, these boys right here may prove to be the exception to my rule.
“This is my new favorite café,” Archer says, smirking at me, hands in the pockets of his dark blue pants. That five o’clock shadow beard on his jaw is killing me. I want to run my tongue over it.
But then Kyrian produces a soft snort, grabbing my attention, and oh fuck… He’s leaning against the wall, those inked, muscular arms folded over his chest, black tank top and cargo pants hugging his body. His icy gaze is on me.
Then there’s Roman, who has closed the book he took and is now putting it back on the shelf—hopefully at the same spot he took it from. He smiles as he turns back around, his dark eyes dancing.
Did they decide to tick off all my boxes? Jesus.
Please, dear Lord, can I have a sexy power alpha in a suit, an inked grumpy hottie, and a graceful sex-bomb of a beta tormenting me?
Why, sure, dear boy, let me check what I have in stock. You’re in luck. Here you go. I give you the McGraw Pack!
Everything that excites me in a man is right here, in front of me. It’s a list that hadn’t existed, not voiced out loud, anyway, until now. It’s as if by coming here they made it real.
But I still want Brinlee.
And so what? I almost hear Kaden say in my ear, although he’s already gone from the café. Isn’t that what we have packs for?
Roman takes a step toward me, his smile faltering. “Sawyer?”
Oh fuck, I’m doing it again. Spacing out. I hope I’m not staring at them all bug-eyed and with my mouth hanging open.
Rallying my thoughts, I clear my throat. “Yes. Apologies. What will you have?”
Kyrian’s eyes narrow. Archer’s smirk widens, and Roman rubs his chin.
“That’s almost like asking for it,” he says.
“For what?” I ask.
“Roman,” Kyrian growls. “Don’t.”
Roman chuckles. It’s a yummy sound, a trickle of dark syrup. “Never mind. I’ll have a black coffee, and whatever cake you have.”
I nod, although the only cake I have is Angelic, and I only offer it to friends. “Sure. Anything else?”
“I’ll have a black coffee as well,” Archer says, and Kyrian will have one, too.”
Kyrian glares at Archer but doesn’t contradict him. Wait, actually… his glare isn’t on Archer.
It’s fixed on me.
Instinctively, I take a step back when Kyrian suddenly pushes off the wall. “What…?”
“The hell.” He strides over to me, grips my chin in a steel grip, and turns my head to the side, before I have a chance to protest and ask what the hell he’s doing. “What happened? Who did this?”
“I… Who did what?”
“This bruise. Who hit you? Tell me their name and I’ll cut off their dick and fuck them with it,” he growls.
I blink, something warm spilling into my chest. I really shouldn’t like this behavior from this alpha I barely know, an alpha I dislike and find hot at the same time. If Eric did this, I’d kick him in the dick.
And it hits me how funny it is that this exact same dialogue and situation took place recently between me and Brinlee.
