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Luca
ItwasThursdayand Tilly had avoided me the entire week; she ate her lunch at her desk, brought a flask of coffee with her to work, and now I was getting impatient and needed to see my omega, needed to mark her with my alpha scent.
From the first moment our eyes met in the meeting last week, I knew I needed her and her avoiding me made the last few days torture. And today was it. I caved and picked up the phone to call her. “I need to see her,” I said to Jackson.
We needed to do something. Jackson was standing behind me, looking at the screen and getting as impatient as I was, but that lucky bastard had already had her in his hands.
“Me too,” Jackson said.
“You’ve seen more of her than any of us,” I argued.
Jackson arched an eyebrow. “She was on the prowl that night. It was me or another man,” he said. His lip curled into a smirk when he said that and I wasn’t jealous, but fuck, she surprised me.
Surprised because the Tilly, who gave a presentation, appeared so... omega-like... placid and shy, certainly not the sexual woman Jackson described.
Our little omega was a minx, though she wasn’t getting away with it again. Unless it was with her three alphas.
We’d upped her security, having someone follow her from home to work and to anywhere else she went. And one wrong move and they had our permission to stop anything that could become a problem. I hoped she made that wrong move, because when she did, we were planning on pushing this.
Luckily, her alphas weren’t kids, we were all in our late twenties and with age came patience. Unfortunately, that patience was wearing thin, especially now we knew for sure and her proximity to us.
Jackson smirked. “Call her up to the office.” Jackson was staring at her, sitting at her desk as she worked on the newsletter.
Yes, we’d put cameras around the building, security. Mainly for her. And for us to watch her.
I picked up my desk phone and called her line. “Tilly, Luca here, can you come to my office, please?”
“Okay,” she dragged the word out slowly, before glancing up at the ceiling and placing the phone on the desk.
We watched her on the CCTV on my large, modern black and glass desk in my office. Jackson stood behind me.
She pressed her forehead against the cool wood of her desk, slowly hitting it before rising to her feet and rubbing her neck. Obviously warming from the worry of having to come to my office. She sucked back a whole glass of water and placed the glass on the desk, holding it for a few seconds.
Finally, she took a seat and picked up her purse. Her hand plunged inside as she took a secret look around her. I grinned as I looked at Jackson as we watched her pop a pill in her mouth and finished the last of her water.
“What’s she doing?” Jackson asked, leaning into the screen.
I grinned as I looked at Jackson.
“Suppressants. We should organise a drug test one day,” Jackson said with a rhythmic tap of his fingers over the desk. “How do we stop her, steal her bag?”
“I’m sure she is getting a supply from somewhere. We need to stop her supply,” I said.
Tilly rose from her seat, stood under the air-conditioning unit for a few minutes.
“She knows,” I said, smiling.
“She just doesn’t know that she knows,” Jackson said with a grin. “You’ve got her hot and bothered.”
“What is she going to be like if she sees the two of us in here together?” I asked. Watching as she stared into the camera, her lower lip pulled between her teeth.
“Hopefully, the suppressants won’t be able to stop her from going into a frenzy,” Jackson said.
I barely bit back my groan as I imagined her doing that, begging for the two of us and having to muffle her screams as Jackson and I held her between us, sliding in and out of her. The image appeared far too quickly in my brain.
Maybe inviting her into my office wasn’t the best of my ideas, but I blew out a breath and tried to shove those thoughts away.
“No biting if she does,” I said. “We said the three of us. We need our pack to be together for each bonding.”
“But not each knotting, one knot and she will be ours,” Jackson said, and smiled.
“Cruz will kill you if you knot her before him,” I said.
“She is our omega, not his,” Jackson said. We all believed in fate. Cruz found her years ago. And we trusted who she was. He apparently told her sister he wanted a strong omega, one who gave him shit, one who wasn’t afraid to fight for what she believed in, and one who knew her own mind.
That was Tilly.
We agreed the moment he showed us, the moment we scented her perfume when she was hiding in the countryside. And for three years since, we’ve been waiting.
It was time for something to be done.
