“Thanks, Mitch,” Cole says, and I take a breather. Okay, the old man isn’t his pack. But he does have what looks to be a massive covered luggage cart.
Mitch pulls the cover back and Cole places our luggage in there and then looks at me.
It’s going to be dark in there and I’ll be all alone.
“Shiloh, it’s the only way I can cover you and your scent, the inside has been deodorized. Five minutes max, I promise.”
I need to be bonded and never have a sudden heat again, cause this is some shit. I glare at him and I can tell he’s stifling a smile as I tuck into the cart, holding on to my knees.
“No more than five minutes. I’ve got you, Shiloh,” he says sweetly, before shrouding me in darkness.
The ride is bumpy, but no one stops us. The cart moves continuously until I can feel that we’re outside. The crisp gust of fall breeze hitting the side of the cover.
When he pulls open the cover, I blink away the sunlight and look at the two men standing next to him.
Holy fucking shit.
Chapter 6
Jonah
Big brown eyesstare up at me as lemon pound cake infiltrates every synapse in my brain.
“Hello,” I say lamely as she blinks at me, her pupils wide as Cole scratches his beard. “I’m Jonah. This is Mack,” I say, pointing to my other pack mate.
He’s staring at the Omega in shock, too. While Cole has been the biggest downer to finding an Omega, his brother isn’t that far off from being a pain in my ass, either. I’m not fucking either of them, and they’ve been rather hellbent on us not fucking an Omega together either. It’s been beyond frustrating.
But maybe, just maybe, things are about to change. Maybe this pack isn’t going to fall apart after all.
She waves, and Cole holds his out so she can climb out of the luggage carrier. She stands close to him, her body nearly plastered onto his. But her gaze doesn’t stop flashing between Mack and I.
“You’re safe with us. I have a private vehicle to take us to Heat Haven,” I promise her, trying not to get my hopes too high.
I’ve wanted an Omega so badly, it’s like every instinct to claim and cherish has been riding me so hard I don’t know how to function as of late. But every Omega I brought home didn’t click with Mack or Cole. I didn’t have an instant connection with them either, but I had hoped time would change that. So, I kept our pack profile online in hopes that one day one of the Omegas would catch everyone’s attention. It never happened.
Cole and Mack were hardly even interested in continuing trying to date, in finding our match. Then, in the most shocking turn of events, he calls me in the middle of the workday, telling me we’re about to be a part of an Omega’s heat that he just met. I nearly thought he was fucking with me.
But as I look down at her, I get it. Cole loves to be the hero, and he saved her, making this undeniable connection. I smile to myself, feeling something snap into place for me too.
I don’t really care how it happened. All I care about is that this could be the real deal. Rationally, I know I’m getting way ahead of myself, that I don’t even know the woman before me. But I grew up with the perfect family, I know how much I crave a pack life and an Omega to cherish. I’ve just been trying to get Cole and Mack on the same page just as much as I’ve been hoping for the right Omega to walk into our lives.
She’s stunning, pretty doesn’t even cover it. Then there’s her scent. I see why Cole couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
She swallows thickly and I swear I can see her pulse picking up at the base of her neck.
“We already have your luggage. Should we get going?” I ask.
She nods as Cole leads her into the black SUV. Mack and I follow. She holds Cole’s hand tightly and I can tell he’s feeling really fucking smug about it.
“I’m guessing you’re unemployed?” I ask Cole, and he rolls his eyes.
I smile and look back at Shiloh. She’s scared, there’s no doubt. But she’s also clearly very brave and holding it together more than most. Of course, she shifts her thighs back and forth and a few noises of discontent slip out of her mouth, but she’s being strong.
There’s so much I want to say and ask, but I know she probably doesn’t have the ability to verbalize most of her thoughts. I have an Omega mother and sister; I’m more than familiar with Omega behavior. So, like I do best, I’ll talk enough for all of us.
“I run my family's operations in Philadelphia, Mack is a streamer. We have a townhome in Rittenhouse Square, an apartment in Manhattan, a property?—”
“Oh my God, Jonah, you sound like an asshole,” Mack says, scrubbing a hand down his face. He smiles over at Shiloh, a real smile, not the fake shit he does for his fans. “We’re well off, but more importantly, we’re decent people. Is this what you want? Because if it’s not, we can tell the driver to take you wherever you want to go.”
