Page 38 of Talk About… Dramay
“Then how about you two take a nap before we get ready,” I suggested. She didn’t even bother to argue, simply giving a sleepy nod and letting Roman lead her back downstairs.
“I’m calling him,” Hudson growled as he pulled out his phone and dropped onto the couch.
Tate answered on the first ring, his voice gruff.
“What?”
“Look, you need to come down here, Tate. Now.”
Tate was quiet and I held my breath, ready for an argument to break out.
“No.”
“She’s our scent match,” Hudson said, voice even and firm.
The call ended as Tate hung up.
“What the fuck,” I growled. “I’m telling her whether he wants us to or not. If he wants to stay lonely forever, fucking let him.”
“Don’t,” Hudson warned, looking conflicted and angry. “We should tell her together and not today. She needs time to process being home and the confrontation.”
I fell onto the couch, arm flung over my eyes as I let his warning sink in. He was right, I’d thought as much earlier, but having Tate be stubborn like this had me ready to drive wherever he was and fight him on her behalf.
Hudson dialed again and Tate answered in a growl.
“I’m not coming.”
“You are,” he warned. “You’ve had enough time to process and heal from your past. Don’t punish your omega because you’re too stubborn to give this a shot. She’s already been through some bullshit, bonded and rejected. Don’t bring your baggage here. Get your head on right, and join us. This is what being a pack is about.”
“I’m telling you man, one hint of her scent and it’s over. It was like my entire world came to a stop and now everything is different,” I admitted. “This town is just as amazing. I’m not leaving.”
The last part was more of a challenge and a warning and he met it with a grunt.
“I’ve got a week. I’ll be there when I fucking said I would.”
“We’ll wait to tell her until you’re here,” Hudson agreed but I sat up again and glared.
“No, I fucking won’t. Starting our pack on a lie is not how we’re playing this.”
“Wait,” Tate warned. “Telling her together makes sense. You’re there for a job, fucking do it. Get to know her then you can tell her. I’ll come, but I won’t promise to join you. I understand what that means, but I have to think on this.”
He hung up again and I knew Tate well enough to know he’d shut his phone off.
“Fuck,” I cursed, standing up and pacing now. “I’m not lying to her.”
“Then don’t. If she brings it up, then she brings it up. No lies. But waiting for Tate makes sense and she’ll understand.”
“I’m not taking those awful blockers. They take a full week to wear off, so if he doesn’t keep his word, I sure as fuck will.”
With that I stormed downstairs to my room, closing the door behind me and heading for the shower. As the warm water ran over me all I could think was that this was going to end badly.
I just hoped she didn’t hold it against us.
All I wanted was her.
Tate
“A fucking mate.They took their last job and found a fucking mate?!” I threw the handful of sand into the fire, watching the violet flames burn as bright as my frustration.