The abrupt change of conversation throws me for a moment.
“Threat of death. I think she left because there was no way to survive with her; it had to be me alone. And it kind of broke me inside.”
Khaos frowns. “I don’t understand. Omegas are cherished. What is wrong with your pack?”
“Are they?” I ask, stunned by that news. “Not in my pack.” I scoff. “It’s a bit more complicated, but my mother was a tough omega. She had to fight and fight hard to keep us alive.”
Khaos stares at me.
“She kept getting challenged by the alpha female. But we were starving, and she was giving me her food. After that, I went to live in my father’s house, and it was…bearable. I had Liam, and they mostly just ignored me. But then…my wolf never showed.”
I lean forward.
“They never used to pay me that much attention, but they are noticing now. They will come for me soon and come to kill you. We are running short of time.”
Khaos swings around so he’s sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
“You’re remarkable.”
I blink at him, frustrated that he’s ignoring my warnings.
He leans forward slowly, giving me time to pull away, and presses his lips to mine.
I kiss him back, but he pulls away too soon. Somehow, we both end up staring at the laptop, but I reach for it first.
“So, shall we set up the next date?”
Khaos grunts. “Yeah, let’s do it. Casey?”
“Yes?”
“I wish everything could have been different. My mother would have loved you. But our pack will love you just as much.”
My throat gets thick, and I just nod and focus on the laptop. “I wish that, too.”
I reach over and touch the back of the man’s hand, breaking into his monologue.
He starts and pulls back from me instinctively. I smile at his obvious response.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks adorably confused. “Um, coffee date?”
“You love your wife. You love your children. Not just how people say they do, but you really do, so why aren’t you trying to win her back?”
He blushes and shifts on the chair. “It’s not that simple.”
“Isn’t it? I mean we can sit here and continue to chat, but you have no interest in me whatsoever. But when you talk about her, your eyes sparkle, and you come alive.”
“I fucked up,” he admits in a rush.
“So, fix it.”
“It’s not fixable.”
“Everything is fixable if you’re prepared to do the work. At least at the end of it, you can say you fought, you tried.”
He frowns. “Do you think so?”
