Rumor

Lya

Tell a girl she’s your mate without telling her she’s your mate. That’s what this felt like.

Oliver was my mate and I was his. Of that, I was certain. Pretty much everyone in the packhouse knew, too. We still weren’t fessing up, though. We were the epitome of dysfunction. Too much depended on me keeping Oliver at arm’s length, but that was just getting more and more difficult by the moment.

A whole week had passed since the secret meeting with Thom, Trevor, and Cody. We had a plan, and it was a good one. The scouts out there were confident we could put things off another couple weeks, and we were going to fudge things as long as we could - more time for training, to perfect the plan, and ideally for Thom’s wife to have the baby. I had no idea how I was going to hold out for so long.

If Oliver had any suspicions, he wasn’t letting them show. That, or he was running me ragged to try and make it so I was too exhausted to scheme behind his back. He kept to his word - it was painfu