Shiloh and Jonah are looking at something to bid on as my brother grabs my shoulder roughly.
“You good, man?” he asks, kneading my flesh.
“Something doesn’t feel right,” I tell him.
“We’re not used to feeling possessive about someone. Maybe once we bond, it won’t be as hard.”
“Doubtful,” I reply and he sighs.
“We don’t need to stay super late. Just long enough for dancing, okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, and my brother frowns.
“Is it something else?” he asks and I shake my head even though it’s a lie. But I refuse to be the difficult one, telling him I have a gut feeling something is going to go wrong.
Jonah and Shiloh are bidding on all sorts of shit. She looks beautiful and happy. I don’t want to ruin the night with my attitude, so I plaster an indifferent expression on my face and follow my pack like a lost puppy.
We head back to the table for dessert. I notice that Liv, Claire, and Shiloh grab one of everything. I guess a sweet tooth is a common trait among Omegas. Liv, of course, is incredibly welcoming. Even Claire seems to like Shiloh and as far as I know, she doesn’t like many people.
Someone walks behind me, and my shoulders stiffen. Relief fills me when I realize it’s Jonah’s brother, Axel, and his best friend, Elliot.
“Looks like someone finally decided to show up,” Jonah says, standing up, giving his brother and friend a hug.
Cole and I do the same as Jonah wraps an arm around Shiloh’s waist and introduces her. “Shiloh, this is my brother Axel, and our family friend Elliot.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Shiloh says pleasantly, shaking both of their hands.
I don’t like it.
Axel is a Beta, though he doesn’t look or seem like one, and Elliot is as Alpha as they come. She doesn’t need to shake their fucking hands to say hello, and I hate that the touch bothers me so much; I know it doesn’t mean anything.
“Finally, an Omega nailed these three assholes down. You’re a brave one, Shiloh,” Axel says with his easy, bad boy-esque smile.
“You missed dinner,” Liv scolds her middle child, but melts as he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her tight from where she’s sitting.
“Sorry, Mom, it’s all Elliot’s fault.”
“Hey, don’t blame me, that was all you,” Elliot says.
“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” Claire says, looking Elliot up and down. He’s a large man, with light brown skin, brownish-green eyes, and cropped curly hair that all the girls seem to love. Elliot and Axel have no problems picking up women.
He just nods his head, not even looking in Claire’s direction.
“Elliot is one of my best-friends’ sons. Shame your parents couldn’t make it. I’m hoping to see your mother during her Vegas residency,” Liv says, and Shiloh blinks at me.
Her face reads ‘who the fuck are these people’. Which isn’t too far off. I mean, I’m used to some level of fame with my streaming, but the Sørensen family and everyone they’re associated with are next-level rich and next-level connected.
I place a hand on her thigh, trying to ground myself and ease some of this shitty feeling.
“Are you okay?” Shiloh asks, leaning in close so only I can hear.
I give her a nod, and she interlaces her fingers with mine on her lap. It shockingly does wonders for all this tension I’m feeling.
“So, Shiloh. Are my brother and these two misfits treating you right?” Axel asks, and I squeeze her hand tighter.
“Yes, I’ve never been treated better,” she says proudly, her chin held high as she speaks.
“Glad to hear it, I wasn't sure it was ever going to happen for Sørensen pack 2.0.”
