Page 9 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

“No,” he said, sniffing the air. “His scent is leading in the opposite direction.”

“Oh,” I said, picking up a faint scent of him. “He’s driving towards the Brown Pack’s territory.”

“Fuck!” Jer cursed, looking miserable.

“We might still reach him before he crosses over,” I suggested.

He shook his head and turned to face me. “I can smell that he’s too far gone to stop him.”

“What do you want to do then?” I asked, feeling defeated.

“I just want to go home,” he whispered, walking in the opposite direction. I let him go, knowing I couldn’t do anything helpful.

Knowing Jeremy could need me at any second, I decided to head home and do some cleaning. If I went out and he’d needed me I would feel terrible. Besides, if I couldn’t take a run to getrid of all this agitation of not being near Milo, then maybe deep cleaning my house would help.

Chapter Five

Milo

“Morning!” Dad greeted after shifting back to his human form. He tended to visit in his wolf form, making the trip here faster for him. I didn’t care much for the nudity though, not like my packmates who were used to it. Another thing that differentiated me from the others.

“Morning,” I said back, holding up my cup of coffee. “Want one?”

“Yes, please,” he replied, following me inside.

My morning routine was already ruined, so I might as well offer him some, now that he showed an interest in me with the surprise visit and all. But I wouldn’t get my hopes up. Whenever he visited it was to talk about Jeremy. And even though a small part of me—okaya big part—wanted him to visit because he’d missed me, I somehow already knew this visit wasn’t about me.

“Here you go,” I announced, handing him his cup and joined him on one of the makeshift chairs I had inside. I would be content to continue with my coffee outside, but Dad would get too cold out there, I feared, so these chairs would have to do.

“Thank you.” He blew on it, inhaling the scent before letting out a deep sigh. “I actually came with good news.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Jeremy has found his fated.” The look of pride that took over Dad’s face…. It broke my heart.

My cup fell from my hands and shattered on the ground, startling Dad out of his chair, making him hiss when his own coffee spilled over his hand.

“Ow!” he cursed, licking his skin. The red skin soon turned normal, the burn already forgotten.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, grabbing some towels and a dustpan for the ruined bits.

“No worries,” Dad replied, looking at me with concerned eyes.

He was likely wondering why I wasn’t cheering with happiness for Jeremy. But this was just soJeremy! Or my luck. I found my fated and somehow managed to fuck it up. Of course Jeremy had to find his, too, and get all of the honor of telling Dad. Even if I somehow managed to get Darius to want me, my news would be old news by then.

I could never catch a fucking break around here!

“He visited me this morning,” Dad continued, calmly sipping his coffee. “He’s taking Cass, that’s his name, to meet the pack today.”

“Cool,” I somehow managed to reply.

“And,” he gave me a pointed look. “You should stop by Jeremy’s house before they leave.”

“Why?” I asked, almost whining. I really didn’t want to meet this Cass person alone.

“Because he’s your brother-in-law,” Dad stated firmly, a disappointed glare was added to really hit it home that, once again, I was found lacking.

“Okay,” I conceded.