I nod at this big baby of an Alpha and push the button for the door to open as I make my way down to customer service.
When I get our luggage, I grab a few things for everyone and check my phone. I have about ten missed calls, but no voicemails, so I turn it off and toss it back in the bag.
I grab Shiloh’s stuff, pulling out all her medicine and hygiene products along with other things I think she may want.
It’s a bad idea. It’s not my business, but I glance at her phone, making sure no one is trying to get a hold of her.
What I see instead has my heart sinking. I don’t open the messages, but I see them on the main screen.
Ryan:Baby, you should come back.
Danny:The tour isn’t the same without our girl waiting on the bus.
Nick:Shiloh, answer our fucking messages.
Danny:Don’t talk to her like that. We want her back.
Danny:We’re sorry Shi, we’ll do better. We fucked up. Please just talk to us, or at least talk to me.
They’re clearly messages from the pack she’s running away from. Part of me wants to unlock her phone and delete the messages. Another part of me wants to call them and let them know that I fucked Shiloh the whole flight here and she’s not their girl anymore.
But I don’t know that for sure yet. Hell, this is all moving too fast. It’s nearly making my head spin.
Never in a million years would I imagine some Omega, on a random ass transcontinental flight, would have me this fucked up.
The three of us never agree on anything, but right now we all seem to suddenly agree on an Omega who seems to have a more complicated situation than I thought. What if we get her through heat and she realizes she wants to go back to her old pack?
What if this feeling I’m having is all a hormonal response and I feel differently post heat?
I huff out a breath of frustration and grab all of our shit and thank the woman at customer service. There’s nothing I can do about it right now. All I can do for the time being is take care of her like I promised.
When I offered to help her with her heat, it was partially selfish because I’m attracted to her and felt a connection, but now it’s even worse. I’ve brought Jonah and Mack into the mix. Jonah already has hearts in his fucking eyes. If we didn’t have to sequester our phones, he would probably be calling his mom, telling her he foundthe one.
Then, there’s my little brother who doesn’t let anyone in. Right now, he’s bare assed on the bathroom floor with her knotted and cuddled in blankets.
What if my act of kindness, this instinctual need to take care of her, is pulled away from me?
I push the button outside of our heat suite and the moderator buzzes me in. Jonah is still staring at the bathroom door, as I toss everything on a chair and glance over at the bathroom.
“They still aren’t out?”
“No,” Jonah says, clearly unhappy. I guess I can’t blame him. He grew up rather spoiled.
“Her exes were texting her,” I tell him, feeling like I can’t keep this secret to myself or I’ll explode.
He sits up quickly.
“What did they say?”
“That they want her back,” I reply with a shrug.
“No. Fuck that. They let her fly across the entire country by her-fucking-self. What kind of decent man does that? One of them should have at least escorted her home, no matter how the relationship ended. Did you delete the messages?” he asks, and I blink at him.
“Did I break into her phone and delete her private messages?” I repeat, and he rolls his eyes.
“Listen, man, sometimes you’ve gotta be devious to get what you want.”
I rub the bridge of my nose. “You and your family are something else.”
