Page 155 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

My throat tightened. “What if he makes them choose?”

“Then he’ll learn grown love doesn’t work like that.”

“You’re very confident.”

“I married three alphas. Confidence was required or they would’ve organized my entire life around their lives.” Presley leaned back, studying me. “You love them?”

The question hit cleanly, with no teasing and no wiggle room.

I could have lied. I was good at lying when cornered. I could be clever. I could be vague. I could make a joke and watch people accept the shiny thing while I hid the blade.

But I was tired, and Presley had a cottage built by men who loved her enough to give her space from them.

“I think so,” I said.

Her smile softened. “Good.”

“That wasn’t a dramatic enough response.”

“Do you want me to gasp?”

“A little.”

She gasped. Badly.

“Never mind.”

“I did my best. But I didn’t need to. You have the fates and love for two alphas who—“

“We’re scent matches. Maeve mentioned you’re a rare four scent omega with a scent matched pack.”

Her eyes widened. “What are you saying?”

“I think you know.”

She grinned. “Welcome to the matching hidden scent club. If you think your alphas are going to give you up for anything, you’re wrong.”

When I left two hours later, Presley hugged me at the garden gate. “Text me when Damien arrives,” she said.

“So you can be supportive?”

“So I can be nosy in a supportive tone.”

“Honest. I like that.”

“You’ll come again? I don’t mean to have dinner with everyone. Just us.”

I looked back at the little cottage. “Yes.”

The word surprised me by being easy.

Sienna opened the car door, and Presley leaned in to hand her a paper bag. “For the road.”

Sienna looked inside. “Scones?”

“Security scones.”

“That’s not a category.”