I don’t pine after Fiona. I wouldn’t take her back if she came back on her knees begging, but I’m not sure how to fix what she broke.
“Shh, Fergus,” a feminine voice says and I rest my head on the cabinet and groan.
You have got to be fucking kidding me. They brought her here?
Her footfalls are trailed by four happy-as-shit paws. She even has the dog wrapped around her finger.
When she enters the kitchen she gasps behind me.
“Oh. Sorry. I’ll just…”
“Come in and get what you came in here for,” I say, turning to face her, which was the wrong choice.
She’s wearing one of Lain’s old football shirts. It hits her around mid-thigh, showing off her legs. They’re smooth, and her toes are painted a simple shade of white.
She reeks of Lain and Greer as she steps into the kitchen. “Do you have any Tylenol?” she says in a soft voice.
Biting my tongue is damn near painful as I open the cabinet and hand her the bottle.
“Thank you. Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be home and Lain and Greer are fast asleep.”
I snort and lean against the countertop, looking at her.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re not sorry,” I tell her, taking another sip of my water.
She takes a deep breath. “Listen. I’m sorry I was rude about your food. I already said that I didn’t mean it. Outside of that, I don’t know why you’re going out of your way to be such a dick to me.”
I let out an unamused laugh.
“All Omegas are the same, I swear.”
She flinches back from the words, staring at me through her rounded glasses. Her dark blonde curls are all over the place. Clearly Greer and Lain had their fair share of fun tonight. Fucking sods.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re all manipulative and selfish, taking what you want with no care where it leaves everyone else. You think they’ll be fine after this? That you’ll fly back off to whatever state you live in and go about your life and they’ll just go back to normal? You’ll be the worst thing that’s ever happened to them.” I say it all in a rush, a hint of guilt hitting me at the words.
Her lips part in shock at my words and I watch in awe as her anger towards me flares to life.
“Oh, we’re making generalizations now? You call me manipulative? All the while, you tell those two men in there that you aren’t a pack anymore, yet you still live under the same roof. Selfish? Like selfishly holding people you care about back because you can’t get over yourself? They’re grown men, they asked me to come back here, we’re consenting adults all the while you’re a moping, angry, asshole who would rather sulk than fix your own shit,” she says the words quickly, talking with her hands.
We’re staring at each other, both of us fuming as large footsteps break the spell as Greer walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but briefs.
He looks at me accusatory, because of course he does.
“Everything alright, Maisie?” he asks her.
She glances at me and gives him a convincing smile. “Yes. I was just getting some pain reliever. I’ll go back to Lain’s room.”
Maisie doesn’t spare me a second glance, running her hand across Greer’s bare chest before leaving the kitchen and Greer levels me with a glare.
“What did you say to her?” he asks.
I roll my eyes, putting my cup in the sink.
“Nothing worth repeating. You really had to bring her here?”
