Page 86 of The Omega

“Your loss.” Dorian growled as he dropped the tent flap.

Despite my wolf howling in my ears, I still caught the sounds in the tent as I hurried to get away.

“Is tonight special enough for you to mark me?” Opal teased.

“Every night is special with you, princess.” Dorian sighed. “But let’s celebrate tonight in other ways.”

31

Opal

Ugh. It’s too early.

The sound of laughter and hushed whispers pulled me from the most comfortable sleep. I was still surrounded by blankets and pillows that smelled of Dorian.

Dorian. I reached for him, frowning when I felt how cold his side of the bed had gotten. Without him and Atlas here, the tent suddenly felt too large.

“All of you, stop causing a ruckus and go find something else better to do.” Dorian’s Ma’s voice was louder than the rest.

Oh no. His mom is coming in.

That woke me right up.

I held the blanket to my chest as I looked around, panicked. My mate’s mother was the last person I wanted to see me naked in this bed. Dorian and Atlas, most definitely. Her? No thanks.

“Good, you’re awake.” Shelly pushed open the tent flap, sauntering in without a care in the world and holding a tray in her hands. “I wanted to bring you breakfast.”

Teacups rattled as she hit her foot on the rug.

“Whoops.” She let out a little giggle when I caught the tray before it fell, still somehow managing to keep myself covered.

Skills, baby.

“Aw, thanks. You didn’t have to wake up early to cook for me, though. I can fend for myself,” I told her.

“Nonsense.” Shelly hiccupped when she sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her boa tighter around her neck as feathers flew away from it. “I haven’t gone to sleep yet. But I figured I’d get you something to eat before this place turns into a ghost town. What else are mother-in-laws good for?”

I wouldn’t know.

I didn’t even know what a mother was good for.

That’s depressing. We’ll be a good one. Someday.

Someday, I agreed, picturing a mixture of Dorian and Atlas’s pups.

“Well, thank you,” I said again, taking a bite of the lemon cake. It was the right amount of sugar and sour.

“You’re sweet.” Shelly laughed. “We need a little more sugar around here to soften the rough edges. I think you’ll be good for my son.”

That wasn’t true from what I’d seen. Everyone had been so nice. Then again, I was used to rougher characters from growing up in the town I did.

But I decided it wasn’t the best time to argue with her. “Where is Dorian, anyway?”

“The main office, doing business.” Shelly waved her hand in front of her nose as if the word truly stunk.

Except I’d never been so excited to hear that word in my life. Dorian and I knew each other instinctually on a physical level, but I was anxious to learn more about my mate.

“I know that look.” Shelly pointed her finger at me. “Mischief. My favorite.”