Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Like I wasn’t already completely insecure, in walks this guy, with his British accent, good looks, money, and fame.
The way Iz’s lemon blossom scent clings like a lifeline to his warm amber frustrates the fuck out of me.
Those scents shouldn’t complement each other the way they do.
Neither should her scent make that Will kid’s vanilla bean warmer and more inviting.
It goes against all logic.
Even now, I can scent the three of them here in my apartment, and I don’t know if I’m happy or enraged about it.
The last time I had Iz’s scent linger where I lived…
I grumble to myself, saying nothing.
I’ve been in Crescent Lake, surrounded by packs, long enough to recognize that when a pack is mated, their scents meld into one chorus, each member of the pack smelling exactly the same. It’s a mutation, of sorts. An evolution that lets others know to stay away, I’m guessing.
But this Asher guy… his scent is clearly standing beside the others, not melded into one. So, they haven’t mated yet.
Good.
Ugh. No, not good. I want Iz to be happy. She deserves to be loved and cared for by Alphas worthy of her.
“Yo dutti sodd,” Asher mutters, looking around the living room, and I think my brain just hiccuped.
“What?”
“Look at this place,” he says with no small amount of disgust. “Look at you,” he waves his arm at me with all the flair of a Broadway actor. “I can’t believe that Izzy still cares for you.”
My mouth falls open, and I blink before shutting it.
She still cares about me?
I mean, she was nice to me at Cuppa the other day, but she’s a good person. I didn’t take it as her being nice to me out of caring for me specifically. More like caring for a fellow human being.
“She and my brother, Will, are inexplicably concerned about your well-being. And that’s why I’m here.
” He leans forward in the armchair, cutting me with a death glare.
“Will wants me to invite you to the B&B for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. And if I’m honest, I’m not sure this visit is worth my time. ”
“Will wants me there?” I ask the question more of myself than to Asher, but he answers anyway.
“Yes. My brother is very kindhearted. Perhaps too much so.” He squints at me. “Are you going to be a man and accept the invitation if I extend it to you? Or are you going to sit here in your filth being miserable for the rest of your life?”
The woman I love and lost still cares for me.
My would-be pack brother is worried about me being alone for the holiday.
Am I even worthy of this kindness?
I look Asher right in his dark eyes. “I need to talk to Iz first. Alone.”