“He shouldn’t be in our omega’s room,” I say as I lean back in my chair and roll my neck. Every muscle feels tight.
“He’s not ours,” Mason grumbles.
“Well,youmarked him. AndImarked him,” Alex says as though it’s as simple as that.
“And as soon as it’s safe, we’ll pay to have the bond dissolved. We promised him we wouldn’t. We told him his life was his own. Just because we lost ourselves to our –”
“I wasn’t lost to my hindbrain. He asked for my bite,” Alex says, cutting our pack lead off before he could repeat the same shit he’s said every time either Alex or I argue on behalf of keeping him as our omega.
“He’s also hormonal, asshole. You took advantage of him.”
The look on Alex’s face is nothing short of murderous. When he tenses in his chair, I wonder if I’ll have to lunge forwardand put myself between the two of them before they start fist fighting in the middle of the office. That’s the last thing we need, especially as the firm partners.
“I will never deny Hudson anything. If he wants the bond dissolved after he gives birth, I’ll support him. If he wants to keep it, I’ll support that, too. And if he’ll agree to stay with us –”
“We discussed this before we ever started our search for a surrogate,” Mason says.
“Ten fucking years ago. Can you seriously tell me you feel nothing for Hudson? Can you seriously tell me you haven’t thought about how empty our home, our fuckingliveswill feel when he returns to his life before us?”
Mason’s lips part but nothing comes out. After a few tense moments of them staring each other down, Mason curses and grumbles under his breath then turns back to his computer. “We have too much to do to worry about this right now.”
“Can we please get back to the subject of another alpha in our omega’s bedroom?” I point out.
“Kane said Hudson told him to hang out in there so he could chat with his friend without an audience,” Alex says with a wave of his hand.
Oh, he can act as though he’s not bothered, but the way a muscle jumps in his jaw tells me everything I need to know – my mate is no happier than I am.
Hudson’s room will now carry hints of the guard’s signature, his scent, maybe even his pheromones.
“Okay, but it’s been hours. You don’t think Hudson should have headed back to the house by now? Or that the guard should no longer be spreading his pheromones all over our omega’s room?”
“He’s notourfuckingomega!” Mason’s bark explodes throughout the room.
He literally barked at me as though it would do a damn thing. Just because I’m quiet, a little on the shyer side, doesn’t mean I’m any less dominant than our pack lead. The only reason he holds that title is because neither Alex nor I wanted it as we each joined.
I’m not one who enjoys violence. I’m not afraid of it, but I don’t relish in throwing fists or even cursing someone out.
But this is one of those moments I have to fight my alpha instincts to lunge across the room and throttle a man who’s held my heart in his hand for years.
Rolling my chair away from my desk, I push to my feet, stretching to my full height and glare at Mason. “I’m going to his apartment. I’m dismissing the guard for the night. And I’m bringingour fucking omegahome.”
I don’t bother with tidying my desk. I don’t exit out of the digital evidence I was reviewing on my computer. I don’t even bother pulling my suit jacket back on. I simply grab my phone, pull up a ride share app, and order a car to arrive immediately.
Yeah, I could take Mason’s Maserati, but that would be a bit of a dick move. I can Uber to Hudson’s place and the two of them can take Mason’s fancy ass car back home when they’re done for the day.
I don’t even care that I might have made their workday longer by leaving. We have plenty of junior partners as well as other lawyers who can help carry some of the load, just like we did when Hudson went into heat.
By the time I step off the elevator in the lobby of the building where our office resides, the rideshare app says my ride is three minutes away. A perk of working downtown – plenty of cabs and such in the area.
A soft growl works up my throat as I frantically scan through emails and contacts while looking for Hudson’s address. I haven’t been there, but two of my guards have.
When I can’t find anything, I send a group text to both Kane and Dane, asking if they know the omega’s address since they’ve both been there.
The moment I climb into the backseat of an Escalade, I’ve received an address to give the driver from Kane.
Because he’s still there.
Is the guard lying on Hudson’s bed? Is he covering himself in Hudson’s perfume?
