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“We’ve heard good things about you, Miss Davies.”
I sniff and stalk across the room to the kitchen, but when I get there and turn, Grayson is on my heels, and Dylan is on his. I step back and find the giant kitchen is far too small with such enormous men in here.
“I’m here to fill you…” Grayson murmurs and glances over his shoulder, pausing, with a wicked smirk, “In on your duties.”
Is it hot in here? My mouth is parched. My brain scrambles as I finally duck past them both and into the lounge again.
“Stop,” Grayson says in a low voice.
There’s just a hint of bark, but I stop dead, shuddering as his fingers come up to enclose my shoulders. He squeezes them in a way that leaves me wanting to weep with the urge to beg for more then slides them down to my waist.
“You need to listen to me now, beta.” His voice is like a caress.
I hold perfectly still as he removes his fingers. His fingers return to my waist and drag over my hips. I catch my breath and shudder as he moves away. I'm on fire. Actual fire.
“There. You’re all set.” Grayson moves away, and I bolt, putting the couch between us and staring warily. Paper rustles, and I glance down to find a folded up piece of paper in my pocket. I pull it out and open it, reading through my duties quickly.
“For the sake of appearances, try to at least pretend she’s here to work, my love,” Grayson purrs.
My gaze shoots to Dylan, who has turned white. His fists are clenched, and he’s breathing hard. But the air is still full of the sweetest lemon scent I’ve ever smelled.
“Out!” Dylan growls.
“I’m going. I’m going.” Grayson gets on the lift and turns around to face us, giving one last cocky wink before the silver doors close and take him away.
With his departure, he steals the energy in the room. I move to the couch and sit down, putting my head in my hands.
I have to keep focus on the end game. Silvie. But when I look up and find Dylan staring at me, I’m not sure what game I’m even playing anymore.
six
Onyx
Moira sidles up to me as we prep the dining room for the packs and omegas to come down to get their breakfast. It’s a job I’ve done so often I don’t even need to think about it. The huge dining room looks different today. Perhaps it’s all the white table clothes or the windows that have been opened to allow sunlight to pour inside.
I sometimes forget how luxurious these places are because I work in them so often, but this morning, I can feel the divide.
“You are all everyone is talking about, girl.” Moira’s dark eyes appear liquid but are full of laughter and life. Her lips are wide and almost always smiling, and her hair is as curling and springy as her personality. Over the last week, her constant attempts to befriend me have worn me down, and now, I actually look forward to seeing her when I go to our joint duties.
I jerk my head up and narrow my eyes. “Yes, well.” I honestly have no excuse or logical reason to give these people. My circumstances are better than a best seller right now.
“That omega, wow. And the tension. It could have cut glass.” She rolls her eyes back in her skull and fans herself. “So fucking hot.”
The white top she’s wearing is really tight across her breasts and really emphasises her thin waist. I never feel jealous, but looking at her, I get intimate with the feeling. Would Grayson react to her the way he did to us last night?
“That omega?” I ask and slide the cutlery trolley closer so we can load the tables.
“Dylan Wyrven. Mystery omega. No one seems to know anything about him except that he belongs to the pack.”
My head jerks up. He belongs to a pack? That’s news to me. “What pack?”
“Dylan belongs to Treyfield. You knew that, right?”
Oh. Wow. Those words crush me. My mouth works, but no words come out. I replay every moment I’ve had with Dylan and feel the weight of my stupidity incinerate me.
I try, but I really struggle to see Dylan in that world. My Dylan is a shadow, following me around glitzy parties. He’s a man in a holey jacket in alley ways. Dylan is my rescuer at parties. He doesn’t belong to them; he belongs to me.
I avert my eyes so she doesn’t see the sheer insanity that has stolen over me. An omega, mine? What a joke.
