“Aww,” I tease him, walking over to kiss him hard. He’s a baby when he’s hungry. Handing him the invite I made sure to grab from the bike, I shrug. “Would it help if I told you we’re going to get to see Beckham tomorrow night?”
“Fuck yes it does. You’re forgiven,” Jamie says, grabbing a plate and sitting at the table.
Alaric raises his brow as he opens the box of piping hot pizza, craning his neck to read the invite.
“How did you manage that?” he asks.
“Magic.” I grin, pulling a slice of pizza onto a plate and sitting down. Pretending to fist bump my pizza against Jamie’s, I shrug. “I have to say that the universe is doing its thing, and we just happen to be reaping the benefits. This thing is black tie by the way.”
“The universe can suck my dick,” Alaric complains as he takes a vicious bite of his pizza.
Man, I love these guys.
CHAPTER 7
BECKHAM
My muscles are stone tight and my nostrils flare.
The strong scent of pumpkin marshmallows hit my senses like a punch to the gut. Or should I say dick. I’m instantly hard, cock straightening against my sweat pants as both arousal and fear comes off me in waves.
“Beckham?” My father’s voice sounds from the other side of the line.
“I gotta go.” I manage to croak.
“Is everything okay?”
“Fine.”It’s not fine. It’s anything but fine. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
With trembling fingers I hang up my phone as I push the door to my seedy motel room open further. Part of me is screaming danger, the other part of me has me wanting to barrel in there and find the source of the scent and rub myself all over it like a fucking cat in heat.
Highly aware of my surroundings, my eyes scan the small space. At first glance, there appears to be nothing out of place, no one in sight, but I don’t let my guard down. Slowly, I kick thedoor shut with my foot and reach for the hand gun I have hiding in the front pocket of my backpack near the door. My father has always made sure that I could protect myself, even though the training has failed me on several occasions.
Flicking the safety off, I lift it, ready to shoot whoever could still be lingering.
I check the bathroom first, pulling back the shower curtain, only to find nothing. Then I head back out and check under the bed, behind the curtain. Nothing there either.
Only then do I let myself lower the gun. But I don’t relax. I can’t fucking relax. Because I know exactly who was in here. Okay, not exactly, it could have been Tatum or Alaric. I didn’t stick around long enough to decipher whose scent was whose, only the fact that I know there were three distinct scents, all my scent matches.
The only one I can pinpoint for sure is Jamie’s but there’s no hint of his bergamot and sandalwood scent.
So it has to be one of the other two.
Fuck. They found me. Of course they fucking found me.
I knew it wouldn’t be long until they came looking for me.
Only a dumbass would know nothing can get in between scent matched alphas and their omega.
There was a foolish part of me that hoped they wouldn’t waste their time with me. That by me taking off and ignoring them, they would see that I didn’t want them as my alphas and leave me alone.
Like I said, foolish. I’m a fucking dumbass. Because of course they want me. I’m their omega. Their fucking omega.
How is this my life?
All I’ve ever wanted was to just have a nice peaceful life and to teach. That's it.
I didn’t want alphas. I didn't need them. I don’t trust alphas as far as I can fucking throw them.
