Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Travis
“Do you want me to have a woman to woman talk with her?” Jada asked, setting down her planner.
It had been several weeks since the final charm ceremony, but she still carried it everywhere. You’d think there was an affinity spell between her and her calendar.
I paced around my sister’s newly designed office in the Big House and looked for something to smash.
I couldn’t believe Matthew had shared with her what I’d told him in confidence.
Although Jada knew through the pack bond that something had been bothering me, she just didn’t know what it was until Matthew opened his big fat mouth.
“No!”
She leaned back in her white office chair. “Well, it’s not something you can exactly keep hidden from her forever, Travis.”
“Why not? At the last full moon, I made sure I was up in Vancouver. It’s not a big deal. It’s just one night every moon cycle.”
“Okay, but what about the White Wolf Moon when the entire pack will gather to see you officially named the pack Alpha? And since it’s the same weekend as Monsterval, you can expect that many of our mainland cousins will be here as well.
They’ll all want to meet your new mate. You can’t exactly send her away. Or should I say your fated mate?”
I glared at her, hoping she realized how close I was to committing capital murder.
“Don’t give me that look, little brother. We can smell your Alpha scent all over her.”
I chuffed. “All wolf males scent their females.”
She tapped her nose. “Not like that, they don’t. I’ve met a few of your girlfriends over the years. With Daphne, it’s very different. If you don’t believe me, ask Sheriff Aldrich. With that bear shifter nose of his, I’m sure he noticed.”
I ground my teeth together, recalling what the man had said about pheromones. “I am not going to ask the sheriff for advice about my love life.”
A sound stirred in the doorway. I turned and there was Daphne. Fuuuck.
She wore a Darkaway Island apron and was crushing herbs in a mortar and pestle. With Monsterval coming up, she’d been busy making potions and lotions for her pop-up shop at Unholy Grounds.
“What about your love life? Is this something that concerns me or...are you talking about someone else?” Although her tone was meant to be lighthearted, I could sense a slight edge to it.
Jada jumped to her feet and took the mortar and pestle from Daphne. “After you finish talking to my brother, if you want to hear a woman’s perspective and get some ideas, come see me.”
“Perspective? About what?”
I spun Daphne around and frog-marched her out of the office. “Come on. Let’s go. The people who live in this house are too damn nosy for this conversation to take place under this roof.”