Alphas Like Us (Like Us 3)

The heavy pool door opens, and the outdoor sunlight illuminates the dimmed space. Farrow slips inside, and the clunk of the closing door echoes inside the aquatic center. Before Farrow sees me, Banks stands up and greets him.

I pull out a chemical kit from the closet, and when I return, Banks is gone.

Farrow attaches his radio to his belt, clips his mic to his V-neck, and fits his earpiece in. He was called in to check up on my little sister. I don’t ask him for details, patient-confidentiality and all that. But Kinney already texted me that she’s bedbound with the flu.

“Back on Maximoff Hale duty,” I tell him. “Your favorite.”

Farrow steps over an orange swim noodle. “You are going to be my husband, wolf scout. Let’s hope you’re my favorite.”

His husband.

His lips lift, knowing what that fucking does to me. Yeah, I’m never going to get over Farrow. And I don’t have to.

In two more strides, we close the distance, and our arms curve around each other. Farrow looks deep into me, and he asks, “What are you thinking, wolf scout?”

I smile.

Dear World, thanks for listening. Love, Maximoff Hale

Thank You!!