Page 13 of Found by the Pack

Blank back wall of Cora’s Sugar Haven

City Hall’s north wall (final project)

Your materials are available at McAllister Hardware. It’s the only hardware store in town. Ask for Fiona or her husbands—someone will help you.

—Jake

My eyes freeze on one line.

Fire Station.

A shiver moves down my spine like cold water.

I shake it off.

New town. New rules. Just breathe.

McAllister Hardware is marked on the map Jake gave me. I plug it into the GPS and let the voice guide me through a couple turns and a sleepy crosswalk before I find myself pulling into a gravel lot behind a long, barn-red building. There’s a hand-painted sign out front: McAllister Hardware & General.

I park, kill the engine, and step out into the scent of sawdust and rain-damp concrete.

The front door’s propped open, a soft wind rustling the flyers taped to the glass.

I step inside—and immediately freeze.

A woman is sandwiched between two massive men. One has her pinned against the counter, hand on her waist, mouth on her throat. The other’s got her chin tilted up, kissing her slow and deep like it’s been a week since he last tasted her.

The sound of moaning sends a thrill down my spine.

I clear my throat loudly.

All three heads snap toward me.

The woman straightens, cheeks flushed but utterly unapologetic. She brushes her skirt down, pulls her dark curls over her shoulder, and shoves the two men gently off her like they’re golden retrievers with muddy paws.

“Company,” she says with a grin.

The two Alphas turn to face me fully.

Holy shit.

They’re both tall. Like, football-player-crossed-with-a-forest-god tall. One is dark-haired and broad, with arms that strain against his flannel. The other has auburn stubble and deep-set blue eyes that scan me with curious calm.

“Hello,” they say, almost in unison.

“Hey,” the woman adds, stepping forward. “Sorry you had to walk in on... that.” Her voice is bright, musical. She offers a hand. “I’m Fiona. These are my husbands, Declan and Rhys.”

I blink. “Husbands. As in... plural?”

She laughs. “Welcome to Driftwood Cove.”