Page 5 of When She Needs Them Most
“You’re not even my mutt,” I grumble. Sky doesn’t care. All three humans that reside in our house are here to do her bidding. “Fine, do you want to go out?”
Her backside begins to sway as she wiggles from side to side.
I give a final look out the blinds, but Chelsea is nowhere to be seen. Our kitchen has a view of her kitchen, and the company Mrs. Wilson hired to clean out the house took the curtains. Chelsea obviously hasn’t had the chance to hang her own.
Fuck me.
I’m crossing so many lines, but my impulses are obsessed with the fact she’s over there, completely alone, without any furniture. She doesn’t even have anywhere to sit, aside from that damn air mattress and the bay window seat in the living room.
I head to the back door and prop it open for Sky. She runs out and glances back to check if I’m coming with.
Not this time.
Her nails click against the wooden deck as she runs out to do her business. I take myself back to my peeping spot without an ounce of shame.
It’s not late, but it’s winter. This time of year, it gets dark damn early, which means I have to keep the lights off in the kitchen. Otherwise, Chelsea might notice me.
Where the hell are my packmates? We need to have a family meeting about the new neighbor.
“What the ever-loving-fuck are you doing?” Arden asks.
My muscles tense as I realize I’ve been caught by at least one of my packmates.
“Do you know the back door is open? It’s probably forty degrees in here,” Lincoln says, coming into the kitchen with Sky hot on his heels.
Lovely. I’ve been caught by both my packmates.
“I forgot to close it,” I grunt. “We need to have a talk about our new neighbor.”
“You found the envelope?” Arden asks, dropping multiple bags of groceries onto the kitchen island.
“Yeah, but I was not expecting our new neighbor to be an unbonded omega. Not in the fucking least.”
“What?” Linc’s eyes get huge as he pulls takeout boxes out of the bags he placed on the table.
“A very pregnant, unbonded omega,” I say to further clarify. My eyes bounce between my packmates. “A beautiful, unbonded,pregnantomega.”
Yeah, I’m really stuck on that information.
“Well, damn.” Linc chuckles, shoving his long brown hair back from his blue eyes. The hair on the top of his head is even longer than mine. Some might call itobnoxiouslylong. While my hair is naturally curly, his is bone straight.
Arden’s dark gaze moves to the windows as he pulls off his suit coat and tosses it down on the island. He’s the tallest of the three of us, with a slender build. He always has his short, dark hair cut when the sides grow out long enough to be the same length as his beard. By the looks of it, he had that done today, because they’re once again shaved close to his head.
“She’s alone?” he asks, unbuttoning his right cuff before moving to the left.
“Correct, without so much as furniture in the house.” I sigh, swiping a hand over my face. “We’re going to need to keep an eye out for her.”
“How do you know she’s alone?” Linc asks, scratching his beard. It’s even thicker and fluffier than mine, but he does keep the neck trimmed.
I laugh derisively. “That would be because I askedrepeatedlyuntil it became weird. My instincts wouldn’t let it go.”
“Interesting,” Arden says distractedly. He yanks his long-sleeve button-down out of his suit pants, and his dark eyes narrow as he studies me.
“It sure is,” Linc says, catching my attention as he smirks.
Great, I’m never going to hear the end of this. It’ll be ten years from now, and Linc will still be hazing me about it.
“How many hours did you spend creepy stalking her through the blinds?” Linc muses, gesturing toward the house next door.
