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“Good.” Scorpio gives a crisp, military nod. “Prove to us that you have your pack under control and you’ll be back on the active-duty roster.”
“Yes, sir,” Atlas says, crushing the invite in his grip.
Pressure thickens the air.
Scorpio watches Atlas with mountains of expectations while Hikaru side-eyes me, making sure I don’t forget his threat.
Meanwhile, Max glows like he’s already bouncing grandkids on both knees, and I’m afraid Kieran might snap our necks just because.
I hug a throw pillow while they chat, throwing me the occasional softball question.
As Atlas relaxes and the conversation turns to their business instead of his pack, I can’t help observing this new side of him.
He speaks confidently, with a rich, deep voice that would sound sinfully delicious barking me to flip over and let him do whatever the fuck he wants.
Treacherous butterflies take flight in my belly. I swallow hard, hoping they drown in stomach acid.
I need to shut down the horny ravings of my inner slut.
The Wyvern pack and I aren’t meant to be.
I don’t know how the six of us can survive a social event. If the pack treats me like Atlas has been, letting me walk on my own, so obviously unclaimed, the other alphas will gobble me up like a side of hash browns.
Orion won’t even have to dirty his hands. The ball will have plenty of omegas happy to gut me on principle.
You don’t move in on a mated pack.
But here I am. Wyvern Pack’s secondary omega.
No one with a single brain cell will believe I’m not in this position because I begged for it.
I sigh, ready for the inevitable fight.
Better carve a few more shivs to hide in my ballgown.
***
Nineteen
ATLAS
There’s never a second I’m not aware of Lilah. She hugs a throw pillow that hides her tiny frame, and I sense every twitch she makes on the other side of the couch.
With the invitation clenched in my fist, I feel like I’m growling every response to the dads’ “friendly check-in.”
Lilah doesn’t glance at the breakfast spread, ducking her head like she doesn’t want to be here.
She hasn’t made eye contact with anyone since Hikaru brought up hormone shots.
We’re in the same shitty boat, both being threatened, both afraid of losing something vital.
The realization makes me sick.
I don’t want to be her ally. I want her gone, off to her own life somewhere else.
The girl is poison candy.
“You should take Lilah dress shopping before the ball,” Max says, not even trying to read the room.
