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But her eyelashes are wet, and those green-gold eyes look like chips of some kind of jewel.
“Maybe-” Seb begins, but I cut him off.
“NO! She can’t be there. She can’t. What if something happens? What if-”
“Exactly!” Missy roars up from the chair, whirling around, her hair flaring out behind her like a damned flame. Holy hell, she makes my heart ache with how beautiful she is. “What if you get hurt? What if you need me?”
I swallow hard. “I’d rather be hurt than see you hurt.”
Her eyes narrow, I know my words have hit her hard in the feels because the bond is vibrating with her agony.
“Now you know how I feel.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “You can’t. Unbonded-“
“Bonded.” She barks back. “I’m bonded. I’m part of your pack. I’m bonded to you, Lukas. We are bonded.”
Those words calm me, and I find myself kneeling before her. “Please, please. I can’t have you there.” I press my forehead to her knees.
“You’ll be an added strain on our security. We’d be distracted.” Darion tries, but he’s got no fight in him. He sits on the edge of the couch as Oma walks into the apartment. It startles me a bit, until I remember Seb telling me that her fingerprints are keyed into the security system. The guys look surprised as well, Lukas actively folds his arms over his chest and steps away from me. She takes a long look at the four of us and clucks her tongue. The sage wisdom in her eyes is outright laughing at us now. She twitches her oversized handbag onto her elbow and presses her lips into a firm line. All I get is that calm alpha presence that isn’t a threat. It instantly presses on the four of us, and the tension in the room lessens.
“First fights are the hardest. It feels like the end of the world, but it can be fixed with a couple of sorrys and some listening ears.”
I ignore the old woman and stand up, shaking my head to erase the doubts. “You can’t go. I won’t allow it.”
Missy’s nostrils flare. “Those are words you wanna take back right the fuck now.”
I blink at her, think back on what I said, and flush furiously. “Of course, I’m not giving you fucking orders as your alpha. What the hell! This is our job. These are our lives. We are your bosses here. You aren’t trained. You don’t have experience. You haven’t been tested. We would never put an untrained operative in the field.” I shout. “It’s not just you’re our omega, it’s part of being a responsible employer.”
“And I am your omega, and that is the biggest part of it, isn’t it? Or is there something I don’t know? Do you trust me,” Missy growls, “or not?”
My muscles lock, and my voice freezes in my throat, choking on the words we agreed never to speak of. She can’t know about the threat, about the fact that there is now a bounty for her capture.
She can’t know that someone sent an anonymous screenshot the other day of a bidding war for her. So far, the Samuels Pack are winning.
“Of course, I trust you.” I whisper.
Darion walks between us. “All right, Missy. If you want to go so badly, you can go, but you will be in the vans on the surveillance.”
She blinks and then gives Darion a truly insincere smile. “So generous of you.”
“Lukas is right. I would never send an untrained person into this kind of situation. This is all the allowance you’ll get from me, so stop being a bitch.” He glares at her, ignoring the way her eyes fill with tears. “I’ve got shit to do,” Darion bites out and disappears out of the apartment.
I turn my head, staring after him, amazed at the bitter anger in his voice and the fact that he just stormed out.
Oma pats my arm and tugs me to the table. “Come sit here with me, boy. We need to have words.”
Missy and Seb take the unspoken cue and vanish into the other end of the house.
I dump my head in my hands and let out a frustrated sound. I feel awful, and the bond is thrumming with her pain, Darion’s anger, and Seb’s anxiety. Missy’s hurt.
“It's difficult living with a person. They all come with baggage, some have big bags, some have small trunks. Some could fill apartment buildings.”
I narrow my eyes on her. “Oma, this, it’s different.”
“Compromise is the key here. Communication. Trust. Honesty. That’s how you grow a pack.”
“I need her to be safe. That’s important.”
