“Okay.” I smile.
In class, I hand my assignment over to Professor Hopkins. As I make my way to my seat, I pass two girls who glance up from their laptops, eyes fixed on the silver necklace resting against my green turtleneck. The charm reads: “The Barclay Packs Omega.”
The dark-haired girl curls her top lip. "I can't believe you’re the Barclay packs omega.”
"You can believe it or don’t believe it. They are my alphas,” I snarl.
I didn’t anticipate how many omegas would be jealous of me. It doesn’t matter, I’m ready for any of them if they want to attempt to get close to my alphas.
***
My phone vibrates on the desk. I glance at the text.
Rick: Hello Harper. I’m so sorry for running out of the diner the way I did. I’d like to make it up to you. Can we chat over coffee?
Sawyer didn’t have to scare Rick off.
Me: I feel terrible too. Can you meet now?
Rick: Yes, at Swish Coffee shop near campus?
Me: Meet you there in ten minutes.
I gather my things and dip out of class. I dart through the rear exit because if any of my alphas catch me meeting with Rick, they’ll beat him to death for no reason. We’ll have a quick coffee, and I’ll be back by the end of class. Just in time to meet Sawyer.
As I step into the coffee shop, Archer’s anger and unease about his father ripple through our bond. I blink a few times, then move further into the cozy café.
Rick grins, beckoning me over with a wave.
I smile back, strolling over to the corner table tucked at the back of the shop.
As Rick stands, I catch sight of his full figure and my eyes gowide.
“Good to see you, Harper. I’d hug you, but last time that didn’t end well.”
His lips kick up at one end. “You smell really good.”
“Thank you.” I grin.
“It’s great to see you too, Rick. I’m really sorry our date ended the way it did,” I reply.
“Have a seat.” He motions to the chair opposite him.
Frowning slightly, I sit down and fix my eyes on the cast encasing his arm. “What happened to your arm?”
“I’ll tell you. First, what would you like to drink?”
“A vanilla latte.”
He smiles warmly. “I’ll be right back.”
How’s he going to manage two coffees with that broken arm?
I wonder how he injured it, maybe a bike accident? He doesn’t strike me as the adventurous type.
“Here you go.” Rick sets the drink carrier on the table with ease—smart way to hold multiple drinks in one hand.
“One vanilla latte,” he says proudly.
