48. Dagan

Dagan

Courting dates are a mystery to me. Some alphas seem to organize them out of thin air, but I’m not one of them.

Am I going to admit that to my other packmates? No.

Am I going to admit it to my brother?

“ What do you expect me to do about it? ” Victor drawls, full of arrogant-asshole energy. He’s leaning back on his bed with his laptop in his lap, and I’m propped against his dresser.

“ Come on, just help me out, ” I sign.

He rolls his eyes, but I can already see him starting to relent. He rarely—if ever—denies me something I truly ask for.

“ It’s a courting date. Buy flowers, chocolate, and call it a day, ” he signs.

I level a flat stare at him.

He huffs. “ Fine, fine. You met on the beach, right? I mean, after deputy fuckface and all that. ”

I nod. That’s a good point.

“ Like a picnic on the beach type thing? ” I suggest.

He makes a so-so gesture. “ Kind of cold for that. Maybe combine it with something else she likes? ”

He’s leading me to water, letting me technically plan it while nudging me along.

“ So… the beach, but not cold? ” I think for a bit.

Vic tor looks up from his computer and rolls his eyes. “ There’s this thing with wood and smoke that generally gives off warmth. ”

“ Okay, okay, I get it. No more. I can take it from here. ”

He smirks and starts typing again. I watch him for a while, weighing whether to broach the same subject again and risk another confrontation.

“ Just spit it out ,” he sighs, clearly sensing my indecision.

“ Look, I just want to know, are you ever going to try with Clara? Or are you really going to out-and-out reject her? ”

His expression goes blank for a moment before he clenches his jaw, sighs, and admits, in a defeated voice I hate, “ I don’t know .” I raise my hands, but he glares at me. “ I’ve got nothing else for you right now, Dag .”

He gestures toward the door and starts typing again, leaving no room for me to sign anything else.

I reluctantly walk out, glancing back one more time before I shut it. He’s staring at his screen, but his eyes are far away, thinking. My brother may not have an answer for me now but I know he’s already halfway there.

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