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Page 63 of Queen Of Clubs

How would this work? Would Calvin want me to pick? How do I pick between my scent match and the guys I’ve loved for as long as I can remember?

I just got them back, and the idea of losing them again sits heavily on my heart.

“One day at a time,” I whisper before slipping out of Calvin’s room and going back up to the guys’ hotel room.

“You’re back.” Everett’s voice has me jumping as I try to sneak back in.

“Sorry.” I grimace, holding his phone out to him. “I didn’t mean to be out so late.”

“You were with Calvin?” he asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. He’s shirtless, dressed only in a pair of PJ pants that hang low on his waist.

“Yes.” I lick my lips, trying not to feel guilty.

“How did that go?”

Do I tell him that Calvin is my scent match? No, not until I’ve had more time to process it.

“It was okay. We talked.”

He nods. “So, Calvin, huh?” he laughs. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Neither did I,” I sigh.

“Are things over between the two of you?”

“Would you be mad if I said no?” I ask, chewing on my lip as I wait for him to answer.

“You're an omega. And not all omegas only stick with alphas from one pack. Sometimes, packs merge together. Calvin isn’t in a pack, so it would be more like him joining our pack in this case. I can’t speak for the others, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“You're so sure I’m going to be in your pack, huh?” A small smile slips onto my lips.

“Oh, I know it, Tiny,” he chuckles. “You're ours, and it was always meant to be. Before you were going to be our beta, but now you're our omega. Doesn’t matter what your designation is, just that you're ours no matter what. Don’t act like you don’t feel this too.”

He’s right. I do feel it.

I’m still pissed about the way they got me to come on this tour, though, and I’m nowhere near done giving Zane shit about it. But, as much as I want to shoot down the idea of being with them and keep the walls around my heart up, I’d be a fool to deny that this isn’t exactly what I’ve dreamed about for years.

Okay, not exactly how I dreamed, but it’s close enough, seeing how I thought this dream was dead and gone.

I watch him for a moment, his gaze glimmering from the bathroom light as his emotion-filled eyes watch me back.

I’m not sure what to say, so I don’t say anything and turn around to head into the bedroom.

A smile twitches as I find Griffin in the bed, peacefully sleeping, as he snores softly. Exhaustion from the past twenty-four hours floods me. I’m ready to crawl into bed, too, but I scan the room, wondering where Zane is.

“He didn’t come back,” Everett whispers, his voice tight.

I remember back to seeing him at the bar, and my gut twists. “You don’t think he would be... off sleeping with another girl.”

“No. God, no.” Everett shakes his head. “None of us had any interest in messing around with other women before, and we sure as hell don’t now that you're back in our lives.”

His words settle me slightly, although I still can’t help but wonder if he would be petty enough to get back at me for sleeping with his brother.

The old Zane wouldn’t be. I knew these three better than anyone else in the world. But they’re not the same people they once were, and neither am I.

I crawl into the bed, snuggling up to Griffin, needing some alpha contact. Everett crawls in after and curls up behind me. I’m too tired to think about how much I’ve been craving to be cared for by alphas since these guys have come back into my life. I’ve never wanted, nor felt the need for one before, so why now?

As I drift off to sleep, my mind’s still stuck on Zane, worrying and hoping that he’s okay.




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