Jay
Packing up the car while Harper messes around with the radio in the passenger seat, I can’t stop thinking about our new mate. We haven’t even met her yet, and we’re preparing to move into a suite at the academy to be with her. It’s crazy-fast, but that’s exactly my kind of crazy.
I didn’t waste a minute when I met Harper, and I don’t want to waste a second now.
The trunk closes softly when I push down. I move to the driver’s door and get into the car.
Harper’s found a classical music station, and he sits back as I close my door.
“This is it!” he exclaims. “We finally get to meet her.”
“And she’s already been claimed by our Alphas,” I add, as I belt up and check the mirrors.
“Who knew I’d end up moving into an Omega Academy,” Harper muses, looking out the window as I reverse out of our spot. “Already met my Alphas, and now this. Huh.”
“It’s pretty wild,” I admit.
Harper hums along to the instrumental on the radio while I get us out of the parking lot and into the steady stream of city traffic. Bringing the car might have been a bad idea, but considering the alternative now, I’m glad we didn’t choose a public travel option.
Having to carry all of our stuff while chasing an overly-excitable Omega through crowds of people on my own would have been the bad definition of insanity.
“Damn,” Harper mutters. “I forgot about the traffic.”
“It’s not going to take that long to get there,” I remind him. “We’re close enough that you’ll be able to see the gates soon.”
He groans lightly under his breath anyway, but he doesn’t make another complaint.
I know Omegas don’t do well with waiting around when they’re excited about something.
“You want some chocolate?” I ask.
“You have chocolate?” he asks, suddenly sounding offended. “You were holding out on me?”
I let out a laugh. “There’s an emergency bar in the glove.”
I won’t tell him about the box in the trunk that I keep so I can refill whenever one of us uses the emergency bar. Now that he knows about it being in the glove, though, I’m sure that box will be emptied out soon enough.
He yanks it open and grabs the chocolate.
“I can’t believe there was chocolate in the car, and I didn’t know about it.”
“Well, now you know.”
He rips it open and devours a few squares before sighing and sitting back in the seat, a little more relaxed than he was a few seconds before.
“I assume you approve.”
“What’s not to like? It’s milk chocolate. It’s all good.”
He really doesn’t have a preference. As long as it’s milk chocolate, he’ll eat it as if he’s been starving in the desert for the last week.
“You want a piece?” he asks, as he breaks off another.
“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”
“Well, thanks for the treat,” he murmurs, before he slips it into his mouth.
Between the music and the chocolate, Harper’s kept busy for the slow-crawl journey to our new place of residence. Fifteen minutes pass before he utters a single word.
