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I lift my arms up to waist height, the beginning of an invitation. Silver just bites her lip and then takes the arm of the alpha beside her and walks straight past me. There’s a strange combination of triumph and disappointment as I watch my sister step into the role she was born for.
“Holy cow bells, you’re a twin.” Moira says beside me.
I wince and snort a laugh. “Cow bells?” I shake my head, amused despite the pain in my chest. “Apparently, not today.”
I refocus on Silver; I can’t stop the sting, the burn of humiliation. She’s right to distance herself from me. Of course, she is. Despite that, I have to blink hard a couple of times.
Those alphas didn’t even see me. We’re close enough in looks that we can pass for each other, and they looked right at me but didn’t see me.
I hear my father’s words in my head. Just a beta.
“Um, hey, your omega is heading this way, and he looks mad as hell.” Moira hisses in my ear.
I glance around and spot him marching towards me. He saw me from across the room? And like magnets, the alphas appear, too, their gazes finding him and following his path straight to me.
“Shit. What do I do?” I wipe my hands on my thighs and glance sideways, wincing at the growing attention.
Moira giggles. “Honey, go with that man. He’s determined, hot as fuck, and his eyes don't look anywhere but at you. Lock him down.”
“He’s an omega,” I hiss back.
“Yeah, but he looks like he’s made his choice.” Moira throws in. “Good morning, Omega Wryven.”
He stops in front of me, searching my face for something.
“Hi, Dylan, can I help you with something?” I lean in close and smile. “Would you like me to cut up your bacon?”
“Yes.”
I’m frozen as my humour vanishes and panic replaces it.
His lip twitches, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me with him.
“Um, I know you don’t like to talk, but can we…slow down or stop for a second?” He ignores me, and it’s all I can do to keep from bashing into people as they adjust their chairs and take their spots at tables. And why is he dragging me straight towards those alphas?
I trip, but he turns suddenly, catching me, and sets me on my feet. Our gazes lock, and the room fades away. All the sound and all the colour. All I can see is gold eyes and black pupils and lashes. Black and gold becomes my world.
He takes my wrist more carefully this time and moves us through the room. I feel dizzy and off kilter. Suddenly, I don’t want to talk. I want to replay that moment over and over. I want to think about how I feel and what happened. What is happening to me?
We stop at a table, and he pulls a chair out. I shake my head and pull away. I need to get back to the wall.
“Dylan, what are you doing? I can get fired for this. You’re making a scene.” My weak whisper of a protest is barely audible.
He growls, sits in the chair, and pulls me down onto his lap.
I go still, and all the words just leak out of my brain. I have nothing. I rest my fingers on the arm holding me and sit perfectly still, not looking anywhere but at the plate in front of me. His thighs are hard, and his arms surrounding me are bands of warmth. My whole body is alive, focused on every part of us that is touching. I force myself to ignore the growing heat simmering between my thighs.
“Well, this is going to be entertaining this morning.” Gray purrs and leans across the table to grab a plate of butter. His arm brushes along mine, a spark of something both pleasant and painful charges my skin, and I gasp. I jerk my eyes to his arm, I could have sworn he had long sleeves on. I scowl when I see he’s rolled up his sleeves and is flexing those muscled forearms. I stare, lost in the hypnotizing movements.
“Gray!” The commanding voice forces me to suck in air and breathe again. Silas is seated on our right, sitting with perfect posture and looking supremely unconcerned. Falcon is opposite me, his brows down, and that aura is almost menacing. It was from him the command came.
Wonderful. I’m so getting fired.
“Get her a chair,” Falcon says in an air of complete command. Someone explodes into action, and a few moments later, a new chair and place setting are added. I calmly but firmly remove Dylan’s arms and sit beside him. He reaches out and pulls the chair closer to him and glowers around the table.
Breakfast with wolves. A nice way to kick-start digestion.
“Did you memorise your duties?” Silas asks as he cuts into a crepe.
