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Dutch Baby
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King Bish
I calmly save the numbers I always wanted.
While Bishop handles last-minute travel planning, I perch on the squeaky-clean leather sofa that smells extra freshly rinsed, web-searching and trying not to imagine what he and Dutch did on the cushions to warrant an end-to-end shampoo.
Thought I’d have to dig, but ‘Lilah Darling OCC’ spits out pages of results.
I almost shatter my new phone the second time in its first five minutes.
“Problem?” Bish frowns.
“No. Something good.” I click a press release that unhinges my jaw.
The flagship branch of the Omega Cultivation Center announced its temporary closing as it transitions to new management. In an interview from the Wyvern Compound, former director, Hikaru Wyvern, introduced his successor, Lilah Wyvern née Darling, as “the omega who will lead not only the organization, but the Darlings themselves ahead into the bright futures they so richly deserve.”
I’m sorry.
Lilah Wyvern?
I live in a bunker, and even I know Wyvern Pack. How did little miss you-can’t-make-me-an-omega end up mating a pack of warlord billionaires?
And who the hell is doing her PR?
If they’d interviewed her, my Lilah would’ve told them to condemn that broke-down shit-hole.
Hiding a smile, I save the listed contact number.
I have a thousand questions, and I’m going to ask them all myself.
Finally have somewhere to run.
Aspirationally, I download a few books to occupy me on the totally-not-a-problem, zero-anxiety, ten-hour flight.
Authors are writing stories that aren’t omegaverse.
I flip through a lacrosse romance to see how it works.
Lots of puns about shafts, balls, and head, but zero knots, and nobody’s body odor decides their future.
It’s just sports.
Imagine?
I download dragons, shifters, hockey players, and billionaires, hoping to fuel the trend.
The omegaverse must be stopped.
Padding my TBR keeps reality at bay until the shirtless alpha with my nail-tracks carved down his chest strides into the office smelling like sea salt, ball lightning, and the promise of marathon sex.
I retract my previous statement.
The omegaverse must go on.
But can I be a normal omega?
