Page 92 of The Omega

I smiled as I shook my head, stopping him when he reached the door. “Make sure you wait until they’re well away from this area and all the surrounding shifter territory before you get revenge.”

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Opal

“We can change the bedspread, the furniture, or anything else you want.” Atlas leaned against the doorframe as I inspected his bedroom. “I already cleaned the closet out for your stuff.”

I paused with my hand on the pine log bedframe. Everything about his bedroom was masculine and Alpha and smelled so good.

“Where do you think we can fit my cross?” I teased.

His reaction was instant. There was a jump as his cock flexed beneath his jeans. I smiled, thinking about the beautiful girth of it, and watched as his expression darkened. He took a step over the threshold, into his room where I wanted it to also smell like me.

I hate to do this now. My wolf gave me a gentle reminder.

I held up my hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “We need to talk.”

“We do?” Atlas almost tripped over his own feet as he came to a halt. “What…” He swallowed. “About?”

So many things.

But I started with the most pressing concern now that I was in Volk Pack and seeing it with my own eyes. “There’s not a lot of males here.”

“You noticed that.” Atlas sighed as he sat down beside me, keeping a respectful distance between the two of us. “I guess you should know what you’re getting into.”

I almost kissed him to shut him up, not sure if I really wanted to know. There’d been enough revelations for one day. I was still trying to process them all.

But if I was going to be their Luna someday, I owed it to them to care. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

“You would too, wouldn’t you?” Atlas’s whole face lit up when he smiled at me. “But you don’t have to worry.”

I was kind of sick of hearing that today.

“The pack is pretty self-sufficient. They pride themselves on that. They…” He scratched his jaw, searching for words. “Some of the females here are mothers, as you can tell, and a bunch of them had nowhere else to go. The majority aren’t even from around here. They just needed a place to start fresh, far away from Alphas who have no business calling themselves that and packs that didn’t care.”

He touched something with this story that I thought I’d long since buried. The hope of a little girl wondering what it’d be like if her mom got help.

Fate has its reasons.

And I don’t think I’d heard Atlas speak this much or this passionately about anything. I was riveted to the spot as his words came pouring out.

“My pack is strong. They take care of themselves and each other. But I worry that being strong for so long is making them forget how to be soft.”

“Is that why you think I’d fit in here?” I spoke past the emotion clogging my throat. “You think I can teach them to be soft.”

“No.” Atlas was still smiling as he shook his head. “You’re not as soft as you think you are. But I want to give you a place to be soft too. That is, if you want to be soft. Or want a place to be.”

If you don’t mount his dick right now…

I chuckled through the tears filling my eyes.

How could I ask him to do more? To take on Dorian’s problems too? My big, sweet Alpha already had the world on his shoulders.

“And while you’re busy taking care of your pack, who takes care of you?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t need anything like that.” Atlas lowered his eyes, embarrassed.

I laced my hand through his, making a silent vow to myself to always look out for him, and also silently wishing life wasn’t so complicated.