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“I think she’s telling the truth about being a beta before tonight,” Ethan murmurs, apparently willing to let the conversation drop now that he’s issued his warning. “Poor girl must be so confused and terrified.”
Another pinch of guilt and regret. “We’ll just have to make sure she comes around.” I have to make sure she comes around, that she accepts this. There isn’t any other option. She’s it for me. I don’t want any other omega. And besides that, she smells like mine.
He moves next to me to look at the picture that has caught my attention. Sadie on a dock on the lake with two other women around her age. One has long wavy dark hair and deep tan, olive skin, like she’s spent hours under the sun, pretty aqua eyes and freckles. The other has shoulder length, almost white blond hair with dark roots, hazel eyes bordering on mossy green and a glittering stud in her nose. They’re all dressed in bikinis that show off their curves and all of them are grinning at the camera, laughing.
A small hand appears in front of the picture. “Sylvie.” She points to the blond. “Sorrel.” She points to the dark-haired beauty. “If you want an introduction, I’m happy to make one.”
My mouth quirks into a smile at the hint of jealousy in her voice. “Maybe.” I tap my finger against the image of her. “But I’m more interested in finding out if I can convince you to pack this bikini. I’d love to see you in it in person. We have a swimming pool on the roof.”
She huffs a laugh. “Of course, you do.”
I turn to face her, taking in the single bag slung over her shoulder. “All packed?”
She nods and folds her arms around her stomach. “Yeah.”
“You don’t want to bring any blankets or pillows or anything?” Ethan sounds concerned, and I can’t say I blame him. Scent soothes omegas. If she doesn’t bring something that smells like her home, she won’t settle over the weekend.
But her nose wrinkles. “Everything here smells funny to me now, like it’s not right. It makes me kind of itchy. I’m going to have to wash everything and… put my new scent on it, I guess. Air out the entire fucking house, too.”
“I’ll get someone on it,” I say without thinking. It’s literally the least I can do after biting her like I did.
She scowls. “No, thank you. I don’t want some stranger up here rifling through my panty drawer.” She waves a hand and moves toward the front door, scooping up her purse and jacket. It’s at this point I notice she’s changed out of her hot as fuck dress and into a pair of dark navy leggings and a soft slouchy maroon sweater that hangs off one shoulder, but she still smells like me and Ethan, like sex. “I’ll just do it when I come back.”
My gaze slides to Ethan, who’s watching her with a bemused expression on his face. As we follow her out the door, she yawns, so big I’m surprised her jaw doesn’t crack. Another stab of guilt. Why did I drag her all the way up here only to drag her back? It’s the middle of the night. She should be cuddled up in the nest at home with us sprawled out around her, sleeping off the mating bond.
But I thought for sure she’d have a nest here, soft goods that she’d feel more comfortable having with her. Omegas need that, need the familiar scents of their pillows and blankets. But the little cabin we just left definitely isn’t the home of an omega. So this entire trip was pointless.
Sure, she’ll have her own clothes now, but we could have provided her with enough to get her through the weekend, longer even.
I have a flash of shopping with Sadie, of picking out things for her to wear, providing more sweaters and leggings, tight as fuck dresses and sexy fishnet stockings. Tubes of red lipstick called Heartbreaker.
Fuck. Yeah. I want to give her fucking everything.
As Sadie slips into the back seat of the car, and Ethan rounds to the driver’s side, I have the uncomfortable realization that, although I want to give Sadie everything to make sure she’s happy and healthy, it might not be possible.
I bonded an unknown omega into our pack without the pack’s consent.
It’s very possible that the other three alphas, including our Prime, might decide they don’t want her. And then what the fuck will I do?
Chapter 6: In which I discover my prime alpha is an ass
I’m asleep when we arrive. Exhaustion pulled at me, and I couldn’t help but tumble headlong into it. I tried to stay awake, to watch where they take me, where I’ll be spending the next few days. But it’s the middle of the night. I’m tired and sore from fucking and claiming and, apparently, becoming an omega. I don’t want to believe it. Don’t want to admit that maybe, just maybe, I am one of one million girls. The one that presents as omega almost ten years after she should have.
It’s a dream for so many.
To be deemed special.
Worthy.
But for me, it’s just one more way for me to be a screwup. Like my body had to wait until I was with the least appropriate alpha to reveal itself.
Now, here I am, a mated omega, and I’ve only been an omega for a few hours.
How the fuck does this even happen?
Why now? Why me?
Yeah, I’m still floating on that river called Denial, but stepping into my house, inhaling the beta scent of mint and cucumber that permeated everything, shook me to my core. Because my house, the place I’ve lived for the last four years, no longer smelled like home.
