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Wren:
Are you working and ignoring me? Stop answering emails, that’s my job! Aisling!
Me:
I can’t do this right now.
The phone ringsand I shake my head, sniffing. Dropping my face to the desk, I quietly cry, just to allow myself the outlet. I have too much to do, too many people depending on me to completely fall asleep.
Grabbing some tissues, I dry my eyes, though I know they will be red for a while after this.
Me:
Pack Hayes is my scent match, and they’re liars. I’m depressed, pissed off, and threw my knife at Hayes when I found out. Now, they’ve decided to be my shadow.
The phone isquiet for a moment, and I breathe a sigh of relief before I pick up the office phone and make a call. I have maybe another hour left here before I need to head across town to talk to Gabriel about having him teach a more specialized class. I could call him, but I need something to do.
It’ll also piss Domh off to follow me onto a bus as I ignore him.
Shaw:
I don’t suppose you’re just being a brat right now but agreed to formally be their omega, did you?
Pursing my lips,I calmly have my phone call before calling him back.
“Do I sound like someone who would do that?” I ask when he answers.
“No, but you’re being stubborn and wouldn’t answer your phone earlier to Wren,”Shaw grunts. “I figured shocking you would be a better option. What the fuck, Aisling? They just submitted paperwork yesterday. We can’t help if you don’t talk to us.”
“I feel really dumb,” I wail. “Fuck, this is why I didn’t want to pick up.”
“A few tears are not going to scare me away,”he says with a sigh. “It’s probably going to lower the chances of survival for whoever is causing them, though. You’re on speaker. Spill, Aisling.”
“I’m working,” I complain, dashing away the tears. “Our bonds aren’t even completely formed, and I’m pissed off that Dad knew this entire time that Aiden Hayes is my scent match. I didn’t sign anything that said I wanted to formally accept them as my pack, that’s for damn sure.”
“They’re not playing fair,”Wren says with a sigh. “If they put in the paperwork, any other packs will be expected to back off.”
“There aren’t any other packs,” I mutter. “That’s the entire reason that I’m in this mess. No one wanted to help me through my fucking heat.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Flynn chimes in. “If you’re throwing yourself a pity party, please make it an accurate one.”
His words make me snort out a laugh as I lean back in my chair. The tears are still flowing, but I can have conflicting emotions. Amusement tinges the edges of my sorrow, helping to buoy my spirits a little.
“I can’t go anywhere without a shadow, which means that going out to the house isn’t a smart idea,” I explain. “One of them will insist on driving me. I don’t even know where my damn car is.”
“I’ll track it down,”Ambrose says. “There may be a tracker on it from the last time you came to visit. It was at a restaurant when I last looked, which is about the time that Wren started blowing up your phone.”
Well, that solves that mystery at least.
“Honestly, I’m just a mess,” I tell them. “I’m going to be shit company, and I’m throwing myself into work in order to be able to cope.”
“You said that there’s half formed bonds?”Everest asks, surprising me. I thought he’d have chimed in before this.
“Mmhmm,” I say. “That's why you can’t kill them. I don’t really know how it’ll affect me.”
“It has nothing to do with the fact that you like some of these guys, right?”Wren teases me.
“Babe, I have shit taste,” I remind her. “Domh is making me insane. I’m too independent to have someone ask me where I’m going, why, or what I’m doing every step of the way.”