Chapter 6
1368 Words
April’s POV
I couldn’t stop going over what happened at the park.
It ran through my head on repeat. I could barely sleep all night.
He was waiting for me…
Just sitting there, like it was the most normal thing to do.
What in the actual hell am I going to do?
Go to the packhouse and see him.
Groaning, I collapsed on the office sofa.
Dax rolled his eyes at me for the hundredth time today.
“Spill already, somethings obviously bothering you.”
“I’m working, I don’t have time to talk.”
Dax snorted. “You’re lying down. I made the schedule you have thirty minutes until your next appointment.”
With a groan, I turned away from him.
“Conrad cornered me at the park and for some unknown reason I agreed to see him today.”
“Conrad?”
“Mate.”
His eyes widened slightly as he shook his head.
“You’re going to go meet him, that’s what you’re going to do.”
I glared at him. “Why do I have to, though?”
“Because you agreed to meet him. Is he coming here?”
Snorting. I stared at my i***t brother.
“Why would I bring him here?”
His eyebrows raised. “So, we can meet this mate of yours.”
“That’s exactly why I picked a different place to meet him.”
“We’re going to have to meet him sometime.”
“Only if I accept him.”
His eyes softened as he looked at me, something in his expression I couldn’t quite place.
The bell rang, effectively ending our conversation.
With an exaggerated groan, I walked out to meet my next appointment.
Of course, they’re early.
The day went by at a snail’s pace. Each appointment dragging on and on.
As soon as five-thirty hit, I all but ran out of the door. Dax, Dad and Jasper all laughing as I ran to my car.
I knew if I stayed, Dax would corner me for details, and I didn’t want to talk about it. I barely know what’s going on, how am I supposed to explain it to someone else?
I parked up outside the packhouse, brushing my hair with my fingers to get rid of at least some of the knots from the haphazard bun it’s been in all day.
With a look in the mirror, I was grateful that for once I wasn’t covered in mud and oil.
My heart sped up as I left my car and walked up to the front door.
Stopping as I realised, I didn’t know whether to knock or not.
Most pack houses have an open-door policy, so pack members can use public rooms. Some packs though, the Alpha’s were against it and considered the packhouse as more of a house than public property.
I hadn’t spent much time with this pack since we joined.
Well technically, no time.
I had avoided all pack events.
Crap.
Do I knock or is that stupid?
Eden huffed. Don’t ask me… You haven’t introduced me to anyone here either…
Double s**t.
Seth wouldn’t know, would he?
Doubt it.
As I let out a groan, I heard a giggle behind me.
In a flash, I turned to find Zoey watching me with a smile.
“How long have you been standing there?”
She smirked. “Long enough.”
Sighing, I avoided her eyes as I admitted. “I’m meant to be meeting Conrad, but I don’t really know the pack rules yet. I don’t know if I’m supposed to knock or if I need to alert an omega I’m here or wait.”
Zoey’s eyebrows knotted together as she considered my question.
“I’ve never seen anyone do any of them. Everyone just walks in. I can walk you inside if you’re worried.”
“Thank you so much, I seriously owe you one.”
With a smile, Zoey walked inside, holding the door for me.
“You don’t owe me anything April, come inside. I think he’s in Hunter’s office, why don’t you wait in the kitchen, and I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“With a nod, I followed her instructions to the kitchen to wait.
Goddess, this place is huge.
After three wrong turns, one taking me into a storage closet, I finally found the kitchen.
Our entire house could fit in what they call a kitchen.
I am so underdressed.
Crap.
Straightening my shirt, I jumped, letting out a painfully high-pitched scream as Conrad said. “Are you okay?”
Gasping, I clutched my chest as I tried to calm my now frantic heart.
Mortified, I turned to see Conrad watching me. His face strained as he tried not to laugh at the scene I had made.
He let out a small chuckle, trying to cover it by clearing his throat.
I couldn’t help glaring at him. “I’m fine, aside from the mini heart attack.”
His face contorted as he tried to stop from laughing until eventually, he gave up, his hand going to his stomach as he laughed.
Men.
Agreed.
As he composed himself, he shook his head. His eyes meeting mine.
“I'm sorry for scaring you, when I came in you were pacing, I thought something might be bothering you.”
“I do that, I’m fine.”
After a short, awkward silence. He motioned to the other exit from the kitchen. “I was thinking we could go for a walk and talk if you’d like.”
Nodding, I followed him outside.
We walked in silence, him leading the way.
I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, and then another and another, from the corner of my eye. I didn’t want to make it obvious, after all I’m supposed to be rejecting him.
But with every glance I couldn’t help but drool over this second mate of mine.
His body towered over mine, at least six-three or taller. His biceps strained against the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Even his hair was sexy... the honey brown just long enough to be messy and pull it off.
If I ever had to describe my perfect guy, he would look exactly like him even down to the stubble on his chin.
Everything about him screamed rough and sexy, Josh had never been like that. He was muscled yes, all werewolf guys are. But he was also thinner, shaved and always dressed like he was trying to impress everyone. Nothing about him ever screamed rugged.
Conrad wasn’t anything like him, at least not on the outside anyway, the inside is still to be determined.
His pace slowed as we reached the treeline, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he walked.
I couldn’t help but stare at his arm as the muscles flexed with the movement.
Damn.
Agreed.
Forcing my eyes to leave him, I stared at the trees in front of us. My hand brushing over my mouth, checking for drool.
God this is embarrassing.
So far, I’ve screamed like a six-year-old girl, and stared at him so much I thought I was drooling.
Why did I agree to this?
This is such a bad idea, how am I supposed to think straight when he looks like that?
With a frustrated sigh, his gaze met mine. Those deep blue eyes so intense as he stared at me.
My stomach tightened under his stare, my whole body flushing.
Damn, I wanted to feel those muscles under my fingertips.
His eyes darkened as he breathed in deeply, something shifting in him. No longer looking nervous or unsure of himself, instead he looked hungry.
His gaze shifted down to my lips and my breath caught in my throat as my core only tightened more.
I wanted him to kiss me, more than anything right in this moment I wanted him pressed against me.
It had been so long since I had been with someone, so long since I even kissed someone.
With another deep breath of the air, he seemed to make his decision.
With two quick strides, he closed the gap between us. His lips crashing against mine.
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