“Then who am I to deny you your pleasure?”
“We’re five minutes away. No fucking in the car,” Cole says, being an absolute buzz kill.
“Later?” Shiloh whispers.
“I promise,” I whisper back, and she drops her hand from my crotch.
Let’s just hope my family doesn’t scare her away and I can end my night deep inside of my Omega.
We get ready in our apartment, cause there was no way I was sitting in a tuxedo the whole drive. Plus, I thought it would put Shiloh at ease, seeing the space and knowing we had somewhere to retreat to later tonight.
Shiloh enters the foyer looking like a complete vision. The dark blue of her dress accentuates her skin tone, and her long hair rests on one shoulder. She has on just enough makeup to showcase her sweet face as she stands there holding her fingers together.
“I should pick a different dress,” she says.
“Why? You look incredible,” Mack says.
“I look like I should be headed to prom with a vampire,” she says, holding out her booted foot and we all blink at her. “Nevermind, it’s too late to get changed. Let’s just go. Also, you all look really handsome,” she says, taking in the three of us in our tuxedos.
“Should we bring your scooter in case?” I ask, and the glare she shoots me is lethal. “No scooter,” I say, holding up my hands in surrender.
“Sorry,” she whispers, grabbing my forearm.
She walks better in the boot now, but it isn’t a normal gate. I keep my pace slow as we head out front and wait for the driver to pick us up. The hotel the event is being held at isn’t far, but it’s too cold to have Shiloh out, let alone letting her walk that distance with her recovering foot.
Cole and I are each on opposite sides of Shiloh when we enter the hotel. Mack lingering behind us like a solemn shadow. I know he hates this shit, but it’s important we’re seen as a united pack, and it is for a good cause.
“There they are,” I whisper in Shiloh’s ear, pointing at my parents.
She gasps, her hand clutching against my jacket sleeve.
“How did I not piece this together? Why didn’t I stalk your family online beforehand?”
“What?” I ask as she looks at me wide-eyed.
“Your mom is fucking Liv Sørensen. I knew I recognized your last name,” she says, and I can tell she’s about to panic.
It’s best to just rip this band-aid completely off and as I usher her toward my family her eyes widen even further.
“Mom, dads, this is Shiloh,” I say proudly.
Chapter 25
Shiloh
How didn’tI piece this together? Why didn’t I search online? Besides the fact I’ve been ignoring my socials and phone to save my sanity, I could have done a search, but I didn’t think that Jonah’s family was this powerful.
Obviously, I realized that Jonah was well off, but not completely fuck-you rich. His mother istheLiv Sørensen, an icon. She hasn’t been in the press much in the last decade, but everyone on the East Coast knows her as Omega royalty.
Her story was adapted into a movie, for fuck’s sake. I remember crying in theaters as I watched everything she went through. I was already scared shitless to meet Jonah’s family and now I’m staring at one of the most popular Omegas in the United States.
“Mom, dads, this is Shiloh,” Jonah says, like it’s no big fucking deal.
I’m going to have a panic attack.
Mrs. Sørensen approaches me, and she looks incredible, like she hasn’t aged in decades. The dress she’s wearing looks expensive, and I’m almost positive the diamonds along the bodice are multiple carats. Her blue eyes match Jonah’s, but her hair is dark as night as her hands cup my cheeks.
“I’m so honored to finally meet you. Jonah, she’s beautiful,” she says, staring at me. The scariest thing is she seems truly genuine.
