Page 24 of The Omega

How he knew what to do, I wasn’t sure.

But Opal closed her eyes and breathed. Her scent softened as she let out a sweet sigh and then sat on the chair beside me.

“That’s nice,” she cooed.

In response, he purred louder. Instinctually giving her what she needed. Thankfully, he’d figured it out. I was too mesmerized by her parted lips and the hints of white fangs peeking out behind them to do anything more than stare as I held myself rigid in place.

When her eyes opened, when she looked at me and smiled, I had no chance of escape.

Not that I wanted to be anywhere else.

“Thank you. I didn’t know an Alpha’s purr could feel that soothing,” she said.

I didn’t know I could purr in the first place. “It’s not a purr.”

“Oh, really?” A teasing spark lit up her face. “And what would you call it?”

A purr.

“I guess I’d…call it… a purr.” I glanced around the cafeteria, panicking. Not that I cared if anyone would hear, but I was hoping to find the next words in the air. Something clever and witty that didn’t make me sound like a bumbling idiot.

“Who are you looking for?” Opal asked.

“No one.” I returned my attention to her where it belonged.

Opal watched me curiously, reading between the lines of my face. “You’re worried about something.”

Messing this up.

“Is there something I should be worried about?” The words just slipped out, sounding rougher than I intended.

What is happening to you?

If you’re not going to help, don’t speak.

Opal worried her bottom lip. “Are you mad that I danced with Dorian first?”

That question was a punch to the gut. She knew what it’d done to me. Yet she didn’t seem remorseful. Was I reading the signs wrong?

A growl started low in my chest.

“Dang it.” She sighed. “You really don’t like him either, do you?”

“I…” I stopped growling. What was I supposed to say to that? “He’s not a good wolf.”

“No?” She didn’t argue. “That’s okay. We can talk about something else.”

The breath left my lungs in a rush. I glanced down at her plate, searching for more words. “Is that your breakfast?”

“It’s not lunch.” Opal gave me a playful look as she picked up a pink frosted doughnut and tore off a piece. The tiniest moan slipped from her as the pastry melted on her tongue and her pupils dilated.

Sweet. She was sugary sweet.

My dick hardened painfully under the table as I barked out, “I’ll get you some meat.”

Her pretty red lips smirked a bit. “Are you offering to give me your meat?”

My wolf let out a short howl.