“C L O.” I’m not sure if that’s a full name or not.
She confirms it’s not complete when she stands again, this time bumping Volt with her snout. “Clovolt?” he teases, his fingers brushing the fur near her ear. “A strange name, sweetling.”
She grumbles, making me laugh. “C L O V.”
“Clov,” Tieran murmurs. “Clover, maybe?”
She moves away from Volt to sit by Tieran, head cocked.
Which must mean he’s either close or said something right. “Is it Clov or Clover?” I ask her.
Tieran holds up his hands. “Left is Clov. Right is Clover.”
She puts her head between his hands.
“Clov… with an E?” I guess.
The little wolf perks up, panting.
“Clove,” I repeat. “With an e.”
“Short for Clover?” Tieran asks.
She licks his cheek excitedly. Then freezes at realizing she essentially just kissed him.
My lips curl, curious to see what he’ll do.
This sort of easy candor isn’t exactly normal for our trio. But this is definitely a unique situation. It’s not every day an Omega ends up in our lair. They’re exceptionally rare, a diamond among our kind, and they deserve our worship and devotion.
Which is why I’m not surprised at all when Tieran merely runs his fingers through her fur while saying, “Clove is a beautiful name.” He adds a little purr to the statement, causing her to practically melt at his side. “I’m Alpha Tieran, as I imagine you’ve already figured out. That’s Caius and Volt.” His voice holds a note of wonder, my best friend clearly smitten with the girl.
Yeah, she’s definitely an Omega.
Volt saving her wasn’t exactly surprising. He would have been smitten with her the moment he heard she killed her own mother. That dance with Jack on the boat would only have cemented his desire.
However, the innate softness we all seem to be displaying for her is absolutely unusual for us.
Sitting on the floor and trying to teach her how to eat as a wolf? Yeah, that’s not something we would normally do.
Tieran would be more likely to lock her in a cage with her bowl and tell her to figure it out.
Volt would have suggested letting her go to fend for herself—something Tieran would have vetoed on principle because it’s his responsibility to protect all members of the pack.
And I would have taken my plate down to my room to ignore them all.
Yet here we sit around this table, captivated by this pretty little wolf when we don’t even know what she looks like yet in human form.
Her scent is a big part of the allure.
But it’s also the innate sweetness to her aura and the fighter we can all see lurking in her eyes.
This female is going to be fun once she shifts back into her human self.
“Are you tired, little one?” Tieran asks when Clove yawns.
She leans into him a little more, seeking the comfort of his Alpha touch—another thing only an Omega would ever truly do.
It’s possible this is the result of whatever trauma led up to her killing her mother, or perhaps the trauma of that specific event.
