And a sweet, genuine smile.
The elevator stops, and I stumble slightly, before a strong hand from behind rights me.
Jay, again. The muscular Beta seems to have cat-like reflexes.
He looks calmer than he did earlier, but he still has an imposing presence.
I’m guessing he’s used to being a protector.
It makes sense, considering they have an Omega in their pack.
From all the movies I’ve seen, most Omegas have to pretend to be Betas to live out in the world.
Unless they’re rich, famous people who can afford a lot of security, it’s just safer to pretend you’re not a rare designation.
Even so, Omegas are still found by men who want to hurt them.
Again, I feel lucky that I was born a Beta.
Being special looks more like a curse than a blessing from where I’m standing.
The elevator doors open and I realize I did press the right button.
I step off, making sure to keep steady.
It’s not far to my suite.
I can make it without tripping over my feet, as long as I don’t let myself get distracted by Harper’s perfume.
Breathe through your mouth, Robin.
I avoid the urge to check if it’s still as strong as it was and keep moving forward.
Harper is right behind me, humming some unfamiliar tune under his breath.
When I glance back, I see Jay and Shayne behind him, walking with their bags.
It hits me then that I’m literally about to move in with these men.
They’re coming to stay in my one-bedroom suite.
We’re going to become a complete pack.
I take a step past my door, and I have to correct myself.
Too distracted to read numbers. They’re going to think you’re a ditz.
Harper’s chest bumps my shoulder as he stops walking.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “This is our stop.”
“Oh, cool,” he enthuses. “We’re in the middle.”
“Yeah,” I confirm.
The number on the door matches the number on my keys, but I’ve been remembering where I live because I’m in the middle room, on this floor.
Numbers can flip around when I’m tired.
