isn’t funny.”
But when Harrison looked over at Creed for some backup, the alpha of the Gray Backs wasn’t even trying to hide his smile. “It’s kind of funny.”
“Yeah, except Audrey got hurt in this! She spent most of her savings getting here, and I didn’t even know we were in a relationship!”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Willa asked as she pulled her dyed red hair into a spiky pony-tail on top of her head.
“Doesn’t matter what she looks like. I’m not ready for a mate, and I’m especially not ready to commit to a complete stranger.”
“Oh, come on, Harrison. I screened her for you. I sifted through all the desperate humans looking to bang a Boarlander. You should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you? Are you serious right now? You sent me a human. Me. The alpha of the most fucked-up crew of shifters, and you think a meek human woman is a good fit?”
“Ooooh, you silly, naïve, simple, little newborn baby. Go type her name into the shifter registration site. Your mate is no human.”
Harrison stared at Willa, waiting for the punchline. When Willa got bored and sniffed her armpit, he took the bait. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I went and found you a mate who can deal with Clinton, Bash, and your scary-ass bear, too. Have you read these?” she asked, yanking the papers from Creed’s hand and holding them up. “You should. She’s one of the good ones, Harrison.”
“Why did you lure her up here, Willa?”
Willa grinned and walked away. Over her shoulder, she called out, “To get you living again. You’re welcome. Almost Alpha, out.” Remorselessly, she flicked her wrist in a tiny wave over her shoulder and made her way back to her mate, Matt, where she sank into his lap and rubbed his fake baby belly affectionately.
Creed grinned after her, then looked at Harrison. “Congratulations, man.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled as he made his way back to his truck.
Beaston stood leaned against the driver’s side door, head cocked, green eyes blazing. “I heard what Willa did. She’s good. You should go see your mate before she leaves you.” Beaston pushed off Harrison’s truck and crossed his arms over his chest. “Audrey makes sense now.”
Harrison had never liked giving Beaston his back, so he side-stepped to his truck and settled behind the wheel. As Harrison drove away, he looked to his rearview mirror once to see Beaston watching him leave with a strange smile crooking his lips.
Gripping the wheel, Harrison blasted away from Grayland Mobile Park, feeling even more unsettled than when he’d arrived.
Chapter Five
Audrey pulled her neatly folded shirts from the middle drawer of the dresser in her hotel room, then packed it in the corner of her suitcase. She regretted everything. Sure, she’d heard about people being tricked in online relationships, but she’d been careful and thought she’d asked all the right questions. She’d even called Clinton’s phone once just to make sure the profiles were legit. It had gone to his voicemail, but it was definitely his number.
Her phone dinged from the bedside table where it was charging. It was the custom sound that said she had a message on her Bangaboarlander profile. Audrey sank down onto the stiff mattress and checked the message.
I had Bash hack the website and now the person who tricked you has no access. I’m sorry.
-H.
She bit her thumbnail and stared at the glowing screen. She waited a few minutes, debating an answer. Her heart could not take getting deceived again.
How do I know it’s really Harrison this time and not some scammy life-ruiner?
She hit send and waited. A minute drifted by and then her phone dinged again.
You told me the other day that the kiss I gave you was the best you’d had. I feel the same. And it’s probably a really bad idea that I just told you that because again, you really shouldn’t want anything to do with a man like me.
-The Real H.
She read the