"What are you doing?" With my hands on my waist, I started approaching him. I can't understand this. I can't understand him.
Why is he putting my bags in his car? Who does he think he is?
"Get in," he ordered, his face cold and expressionless. What does he want from me? I'm not Madison. Why is he even talking to me? He and his brothers humiliated me two nights ago. What is he...?
Wait... What is that scent...? What is this strange feeling? I'm suddenly smelling a very sweet scent. Is it coming from him?
Without giving me any further explanation, he grabbed my hand and tried to force me into his car, but I refused and immediately pulled away. Celeb who had been watching the interaction came over to us.
"Are you okay? Do you need...?" Celeb started to ask, but Thatcher growled at him.
"Back away!" He warned, looking furious. I think Celeb got scared because he quickly stepped back.
What a coward. He got scared so easily. Well, it's understandable. Thatcher is an Alpha, while he's just an Omega. Like me.
Omegas can't stand in the presence of a furious Alpha. They usually lower their heads and back away out of fear. Yes, Omegas like me would back away out of fear, but why am I not scared of him? Why am I not terrified at the sight of him? Strange.
Wait, this is not the time to think about other things. I need to know why he has my bags, and I need to get them from him.
I need to leave this pack within the next hour. "I need my bags; hand them over to me." I moved to the back seat and tried to take my bags, but he grabbed my wrist.
"You're not going anywhere; I won't let you leave the pack," he suddenly said, surprising me with his words.
How did he know... How did he know I'm leaving the pack?
Did Madison...? My heart leapt to my throat, and my eyes widened with fear as realization hit me. Madison must have sent him to me. Madison told him to send me back.
No, I won't go with him. I must leave the pack today. After thinking to myself, I turned and attempted to run away, but before I could, he caught me and forced me into the passenger seat, then shut the door.
He got into the car through the driver's side and locked the door, trapping me inside.
Madison must have sent him. Please, moon goddess, help me. I don't want to return to that house.
"I won't hurt you, calm down." When I began to panic, he held my shoulder and shook me gently. "Look at me," he ordered, and I did as he asked.
"I won't hurt you," he said softly, looking into my eyes and making sure I understood his words. "I'm not taking you to Madison; I won't hurt you," he added before slowly releasing my shoulder. After he let go, everything in my body—my heart, my system, and even my wolf—surprisingly became calm.
I relaxed against the car seat and silently watched him as he drove to the pack house and went straight to his building. He drove into the garage, stopped, then opened the car door.
"Come down," he instructed, but I hesitated.
Why did he bring me to his house?
"I won't hurt you; we just want to speak to you," he said calmly.
We? Who is he referring to?
"Okay," I muttered and finally got out of the car.
He took my bags from the back seat with one hand and unexpectedly held me with his other hand, then led me into the house where his brothers were waiting.
"Moon goddess," Julian gasped upon seeing me. Logan, who was pacing, stopped and focused on me.
Okay, what is happening? I'm getting scared.
Thatcher set my bags beside the front door and joined his brothers.
"We wish to speak to you; you can make your decision after listening to us," he told me.
What is it? What do they want from me? And why do I keep feeling so strange? I feel very weird. I also feel nauseous.
"Can you sit down?" Logan brought a chair for me.
"Okay," I whispered and took my seat.
They also sat down.
"How do you feel?" Julian was the first to ask.
How do I feel? I don't know. I can't explain this sudden feeling, but I think it has something to do with my new age. I've been feeling different since I woke up; the strange feeling only intensified after I met Thatcher.
"I... I don't know," I murmured.
"You don't feel anything?" he pressed, and I shook my head.
"You don't feel the mate bond?" Logan asked.
"Mate... Mate bond?" Did he say mate bond?
"Yes, mate bond," Logan confirmed, staring at me.
Why should I feel a mate bond? What do they... I was thinking to myself but instantly paused as soon as it hit me. I looked at Logan, then at Julian and Thatcher, then back to Logan.
"You seriously don't feel the mate bond? You can't smell any sweet scents?" Julian asked again; they were all watching me intently, looking anxious as they awaited my response.
Wait, I'm not that smart, but I don't want to believe my thoughts right now. It can't be what I'm thinking, right?
Thatcher... is not my mate, right?
Thatcher. I moved my gaze to him. He had been quiet since we arrived. And I did notice an unusual sweet scent when he appeared.
What is this? Why is he my mate?
Before I knew it, I was rising to my feet.
"What?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide in horror.
"Are you...?" I pointed at Thatcher and watched as he also stood.
"Are you...?" I began to ask again, but he interrupted me and said, "Yes," he replied, staring back at me. "It's exactly what you think. You, Linnea, you're our mate," he stated, instantly confirming my suspicion.
What? How can that be? Why am I his mate? Shouldn't Madison be his mate? I'm just an Omega. Why is an Omega mated to an Alpha? Different thoughts kept running through my head as I stood there in shock.
However, Julian's next statement intensified my shock and nearly knocked me off my feet: "Not only Thatcher, Linnea," he chimed, drawing closer to me, "but we are also your mates. We—all three of us—are mated to you," he revealed.