“Is she going to carry on modelling?” Hawk asks with a raised brow.
“No,” I state.
“Does she know that?” Hunter asks.
“She will.” I will have to convince her that for the other men’s health it would be prudent for her to give up on her profession because if I see any motherfucker drooling over my mate I will rip his eyes out.
“I don’t think that will go down well.” I know what Gunner is saying is true and that Alaska won’t like the idea of me wanting her to give up modelling, but she must also realize that maybe being a model is what has landed her in this predicament in the first place.
“Sounds like King is back,” Gunner says as he moves towards the entrance to the workshop, waiting for King and Frost to come into view. A couple of minutes later they are parking their bikes outside and making their way towards us.
“Find anything useful?” Hawk asks as they come to a stop just inside. Whatever they found doesn’t please them because they both seem to be in a foul mood, or should I say King seems to be in a foul mood because Frost is always moody.
“Yeah, apparently she didn’t go to work the day before they found her, which leads us to believe that either she was already dead, or the killer already had her,” King says, “also looks like the rumour might be true because everyone was looking at us as if we did it.”
“Have you heard anything from the cops?” I ask as I know that King has eyes and ears in the police station, but he shakes his head in annoyance.
“I just hope that patch isn’t ours, because if there is anyone’s DNA on that, we have to prove their innocence,” Frost grunts, “have the prospects confirmed that they have both their tags?” he asks.
“Yeah, I asked them last night,” Hawk confirms.
“What about you, do you have yours?” King asks as he looks at my Kutte.
“Yeah, no problem from my side,” I confirm.
“What about all the other trouble you have been having, is everything under control?” I shrug at Kings question as there are still things to sort but I will make sure that everything is fine.
“The bike will be picked up today and we will find the fucker,” I state.
“What about your mate, has she come to terms with the fact that you are different?” Now that is a loaded question, a question that I have been trying to avoid even from myself because for the first time in my life that I don’t know how to broach the subject with her. How do you go to someone and tell them that you are a shifter? She will think I’m mad and then when I convince her she will run as fast as she can. I am the one that everyone turns to when they have a problem and need it sorted. Looks like I’m the one that needs this sorted now and I don’t know how to sort. I tried to tell her by saying that she belongs to me and that she’s my mate but she didn’t pick up on what I was saying, and who blames her, no one would ever think that shifters are real.
“Haven’t broached the subject yet,” I mutter.
“How did you manage that?” Hunter asks with a surprised face, “haven’t you bonded yet?”
“Yeah, we have,” I say, only to see his confused look.
“So, didn’t she find it strange that you couldn’t pull out?” Gunner asks with a frown.
“I kept her entertained, so she didn’t notice,” I mutter.
“Entertained? With what?” Hunter asks as he scratches his jaw.
“Pizza,” I mutter.
“What?” Hawk asks with a confused look on his face.
“Never mind, let’s just say that she doesn’t yet know,” I state as I thread my fingers through my hair in irritation.
“Actually, that isn’t quite true.” I look over my shoulder as Dixon walks into the workshop, his hair wet as if he just walked out of a shower.
“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling my stomach knotting.
“Well, you can’t really blame me; I didn’t know that you hadn’t told her,” Dixon says with a shrug which only makes the knot in my stomach tighten when the implication of what he is suggesting dawns on me. “Why haven’t you told her, anyway?”
“What did you do?” I ask, ignoring his question. If she knows that we are shifters she will be freaking out. My heart is racing at the thought of how angry she must be, or maybe revolted. I know that some humans would never fathom the idea of being with a shifter. Is Alaska one of them?
“I changed in front of her.” I tense, well there will be no doubt in her mind what we are now.