“Give her a minute, Livy,” one of her Alphas says. He looks nothing like Jonah, his hair dark, and his skin olive toned.
A massive man with blonde hair stands behind his Omega and I automatically know that’s Jonah’s biological father. He could almost be his twin.
“This is my mom Liv, and my dads, Grayson, Dean, and River,” Jonah says, pointing to each of them.
His last father is a Beta. I try to remember when I watched Omega’s Obsession all those years ago and a blush creeps over my face. I know way too much about his family.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Grayson says, holding out a hand and I shake it.
“I take it our son didn’t tell you much before the gala,” River asks with an arch of his dark brow that has a scar through it.
“No, he didn’t,” I say, squeezing Jonah’s hand harder than necessary.
“It’s probably for the best. A lot of people have preconceived notions about our family, most of which are not true. Jonah tells me you grew up in Philadelphia? That you have a Gran who is amazing. Also, how’s your ankle? Are you adjusting to living back on the East Coast,” she asks, overwhelming me with a million questions.
“Maybe give her a second,” Grayson whispers, kissing the side of her head.
I watch them with my full attention. They’ve been together for nearly thirty years and are still this affectionate and in love with one another. This is exactly what I want.
“And how are my boys?” Liv asks, giving Cole and Mack both hugs. “That airline is horrid. You were too good for them anyway,” she tells Cole, patting his back.
“Thanks, mom,” he says.
I swallow thickly, feeling like an outsider, like a total undeserving fraud, and I’m not sure how to swallow this sick feeling down. They have so much history, live a different way than I do, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to merge into this lifestyle, the same way I never fit in with my exes.
“I’m going to go to the restroom really quick,” I say, Jonah’s brow furrows but he nods.
He’s about to escort me to the bathroom, but it isn’t far, so I walk as fast as I can with my boot on and head to the ladies. I want to splash some water on my face and recalibrate my system, but then I’ll fuck up my makeup.
Instead, I hold on to the sink and stare at myself in the mirror as I hear a loud moan behind me.
“Get off your knees, it’s pathetic, Loui,” the soft feminine voice says.
“Please let me fuck you?” the man replies in a sultry tone.
I have no idea how much a plate at this function cost, but I guess it’s refreshing that no matter how high your tax bracket is, people are still going to fuck in the bathroom.
“Yeah right, get out,” she says, and the massive wooden door opens.
A man with scuffed trousers wipes slick off his mouth as a stunning woman pulls her red dress back down.
“I’ll call you?” he asks, his look pleading, bordering on pathetic.
“Don’t bother,” she says, and he narrows his eyes.
She arches a brow at him. “It’s the women’s bathroom, get out,” she says, and he scurries off like a rat that’s been scolded.
“Sorry about that,” she says, coming next to me by the mirror and adjusting her makeup.
She has dark hair, and blue eyes that match Jonah’s. Honestly, if Jonah’s a carbon copy of his father, Grayson. This woman is a near twin to her mother. She’s Jonah’s sister, Claire.
“Probably not the best first introduction. I’m Claire. You must be Shiloh?” she says with a smile, not an ounce of her tone matching the venom she was giving the man before.
I blink at her, and she washes her hands.
“I promise I’m not some massive, man-eating Omega. But I do have needs. I won’t let any of these social climbing fuck boys bond me, but they can be of some use until I find the right pack,” she says easily, with so much confidence.
“What’s wrong with him?” I ask, pointing my thumb at the door.
