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I want to tell him to mind his own business, but when I meet Mathew’s gaze, I let out a deep sigh and take the keys from my bag. I know that after the evening we’ve just had, driving isn’t the safest thing to do, and I’d rather be with Mathew and Vera than be on my own right now.
“It’s a rental. Try not to get it too dirty, they tend to ask questions when you return a car with blood stains.” Sadly enough, I can speak from experience on that.
“Will do.” He jabs his thumb to the end of the alley. “There’s a van waiting for you. We’ll make sure everything here is sorted out.”
“Thanks.” Mathew nods, and he eyes me. “Let’s go home. I really would like a shower.”
“Same.” I smile, somehow feeling quite calm around him now I’m no longer confused why I keep wanting to be near him.
I tugon Caleb’s much too large shirt as I stare out over the night garden.
Luckily, it’s a brand new shirt that he’s not worn before, so the main discomfort is that it doesn’t fit me, it’s not because his pheromones are all over it or anything like that. Which would have been much worse.
He’s the only person whose clothes I somewhat fit into, since Vera, Mathew and Jorge are all shorter. And no matter how muscular Mathew and Jorge are, even their wides shirts would not go over my tits.
I really hope I can drop by the hotel tomorrow to pick up my suitcase so I can wear my own clothes, since the dress I was wearing got ripped and really needs a deep clean before I wear it again.
The door to Mathew’s office opens and Caleb’s woodsy scent fills the room and spills out the door towards me. It’s a good scent. It’s much stronger and heavier than Jorge’s, but it suits the tall Alpha. Matches his rough exterior.
“Is the size okay?” He steps through the door, and sits down on the chair next to mine, letting out a long groan as he stretches his legs. “I really should not have done that last move. I’m going to be so bruised tomorrow.” He lets out a deep laugh that relaxes me and makes me smile too.
“I’m pretty sure getting shot is going to hurt more than some bruises.” I glance his way.
Despite his size and looks, he’s pretty unassuming most of the time. He’s able to blend into his surroundings and not make you notice him much.
But the few times he’s used his Alpha powers, they were very strong. Knowing that I’m part of his pack makes that make some sense, but it doesn’t explain all of it. He naturally has a lot of power.
“Are the others still in the shower?” He glances back inside.
Mathew, Jorge and Vera decided to share the upstairs bathroom, probably to fuck each other senseless, while Caleb and I took showers downstairs.
While joining them was tempting, I needed to mentally sort through what happened this evening first. Also, I’m not interested in sharing my Omegas with other Alphas during sex, so Jorge being there made it less appealing too.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure they’re still upstairs. I have a feeling, they might take a few hours.”
“Probably, yes.” He chuckles, but then goes serious as he turns to me. “Erika and the gang say ‘hello’, Whisper.”
My heart stops for a moment as I stare at him, my hand wandering into my bag that I’ve got next to me, reaching for my gun.
“I thought it was curious, someone in the same line of work as Mathew suddenly coming here to ‘meet new clients’ even though you’ve never been here before. Especially after Erika had been so bummed that Vera and I couldn’t check out the area ourselves.”
He pulls up a shoulder, appearing way too calm, but the tension in his muscles is clear if you know what to look for. He’s ready to fight if I show any signs of aggression.
“At first, I thought it might have been a coincidence, until you reacted so strongly when Mathew asked you about the Suits Syndicate.”
“Who are you?”
There are very few people who know that I work for Erika from time to time, usually when it aligns with other things I’m doing. And he’s right that she sent me here, to check out the area. But she wouldn’t reveal that to random people, not even if they also work for her. She’s smarter than that, or she wouldn’t have lasted this long.
“I’m Erika’s ex-boyfriend, from before she met her pack.” He takes his phone and shows an old picture of him and Erika together, at what looks like a college party or something like that.
Herex-boyfriend? This guy is herex?
“You can ask her if you’re not sure. I know you can do a lot with modern technology, so if you don’t trust me… Feel free to check with her.”
“I might later.” I probably should, though he seems trustworthy.
“Good.” He leans back in the chair. “Was Erika the person who wanted to introduce you to the group of people today?”