Strings of Fate

Chapter 174

Strings of Fate

174- Striking and starving

Despite what I said about needing to avoid the kitchen, that’s actually my first stop when leaving the office. Bellamy got me a little well… hot. I desperately need a glass of water. Or one of those cold showers that Bellamy is so “fond‘ of taking lately. Bellamy trails behind me, apparently not willing to leave my side just yet. I freeze momentarily when I walk in and find Megan sitting in the same bar stool at the bench that I vacated earlier. I force myself to keep moving. Darrien is on the other side of the bench. He’s apparently in a great mood and is humming along to a playlist that they have playing while he assembles what looks like the sandwich to end all sandwiches. Seriously, it’s already way too big for anyone to actually bite into and he is still adding stuff to it. Megan is watching on in awe.

“Hi guys.” I drop into the second stool beside Megan while Bellamy gets me a cold drink. As he passes it to me, his phone vibrates. He checks it quickly and frowns.

“I need to ch*ck in with Alex. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.” He leans in over my shoulder and k*sses me on the cheek. He speaks quietly in my car before pulling away.

“Love you.”

I immediately flush red and of course, before I can even process Bellamy leaving, Megan squeals in excitement. Damn. I sometimes forget how good the Shifter’s hearing is. A glance at Darrien shows a mischievous, dare I say it, evil, grin plastered to his face.

“That was SO cute. I mean, I’m reluctant to call my brother adorable but seriously. So sweet!” Megan is speaking so fast that she’s practically stumbling over her own words. I nod along with her, letting her express her excitement. But I keep my eyes on Darrien. I don’t trust that expression. Sure enough, as soon as Megan pauses to breathe, he strikes.

“So, Ryann. When are you going to put our Alpha out of his misery?” He asks slyly. Huh? What does that even mean? I don’t think anyone could look at Bellamy right now and say that he looks miserable. Thrilled, elated, excited… aroused, sure. But miserable?

I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest, Darrien just smirks at me like I’ve said something

him back!” she says, way too loudly if you ask me. I frown. Why are they so convinced that I haven’t? Also I’m kind of insulted that they assume he said it first. I mean I know that he and

Megan both freeze in place and stare at me, Darrien looks

demands, disbelief in his tone. Megan just holds her arm up for a high five. I slap her hand

hear everything!” She insists. I glance up at Darrien, expecting him to put an end to the ‘girl–talk‘ but nope. If anything he looks even more interested than Megan, although his eyebrows might be permanently stuck

of us end up in the living room. I’m in the middle of the couch with Darrien and Megan on either side of me. Why does this feel like an interrogation? I

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Kohen

Darrien demands. He still looks shocked. In

Just Kohen. Baby steps and all that.

I shrug. Without warning, Megan throws her arms around me, squeezing me tightly.

grip so I can

so proud of you.” She finally releases me and relaxes back into the couch, sighing dreamily. Darrien doesn’t say anything, honestly I think I broke him. Should I be insulted? Still, he pats me on the shoulder approvingly before

gaze back to Megan where, as always,

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