“Then do a better job. Being an omega isn’t hard, Noa.”My mother’s voice rings in my head. At that brunch, I knew I was alone. Truly and utterly alone.
She’d never understand, not as a beta. She always had an agenda against alphas and omegas. Both my parents are betas, and for them to have an omega was their greatest failure.
I knew then I had two options. Let them kill me or save myself.
I did the latter first.
And now I’ve built a life with friends… okay, two friends, and am running my business. I’ve built my dream life, and Ican cook.
Why do they have to come barging into my life now that I might have found my missing pieces? My scent matches?
Silas used Havoc’s phone to call me. He didn’t want to scare me by stealing my number from Havoc, so he said he had asked to use his phone, but Havoc did clear up that Silas had stolen his phone.
They invited me over to their house, and to say I’m scared is an understatement. The last time I was at an alpha’s house, I ended up living every omega’s worst nightmare.
This time, I’m driving my car. I also have Ollie and her Pack on speed dial with my location turned on and a tiny tracker device in the bottom of my shoe under my toes.
Just in case.
Silas, Thorne, and Havoc haven’t given me a reason to distrust them. The Fallons were always assholeswho didn’t hide their aggression. They weren’t outright abusive at first. They’d hug me a bit too tightly, or grab my arm too roughly, but nothing I could explain out loud without sounding like a sensitive omega.
The heavy abuse started when I moved in.
I’m slow to get ready, so they sent me their address after I firmly said I was driving myself and I did not need a ride. To be demanding with alphas is unheard of, and the fact they backed off so quickly was… shocking.
A cute sweater and a mini skirt seem to be where my comfort is lately. I pull on some tights, and my thoughts race as I remember the ripped tights from our first date.
My face is hot as I pull them on. Promising no ripped tights for this date. I like these men for more than … a fun time.
Sliding into my car, I type their address into my GPS and arrive at a house considerably bigger than mine. It has at least two levels, and the front has a large C-shaped driveway that also leads to a garage attached to the house.
I took a single suppressant before coming today. A single one, since my insurance doesn’t cover much and I couldn’t foot the bill for more. My heat is coming any day now, and I don’t want every encounter I have with this Pack to be sexual.
I want my scent mates to know me for more thanmy body. My jumping them every five seconds will not get me any closer to them.
The front flower beds are immaculately done, and the black-and-cream exterior is downright dreamy. These guys are definitely in a different tax bracket than I am, and I certainly make an acceptable amount of money now.
But any amount of money I make will always seem significant, since I was literally making nothing most of my life. I presented at 19, and my parents shipped me off to the Fallons pretty much immediately after. Two years with them, two years in Nashville, and now I can support myself and my business.
After parking my car, the guys wait outside their front door for me. I assume they are excited, but it makes me nervous as I get closer. I guess it’s better than knocking and waiting by the door with my mind racing, thinking they changed their minds about me.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly. Their scents mix in my nose, and I instantly relax, feeling like I’m walking into a luxury coffee shop. With Silas’s deep, rich coffee scent mixing with Thorne’s cherry and Havoc’s white chocolate, I think I’m in heaven for a second.
I meet each of their eyes, falling deeper into my coffee shop fantasy. One with browns and greens coloring the interior, and me plastered on a table?—
No. No. No. Be a good girl, Noa.
“Hi, Noa,” Silas is the first to welcome me. He’sfreshened up his cropped curly hair, and his light brown skin appears so tantalizing in the warming sun. He wears a graphic shirt and cargo pants, and he pulls this look off so well that I will myself to stop staring.
Thorne isn’t a fashion guy, and yet pulls off sweats so well. I think he knows I’m hot for them. Havoc, the gentle giant, has an athletic shirt on so tight I can see his slutty little waist, and I nearly drool at the sight of him.
How did I get so lucky to have caught their attention? After my… time with the Fallons, I thought… I thought I would never find a Pack.
Silas takes my hand and guides me inside as the other two follow behind me. He gives me a quick tour of the rooms we walk past before we are back outside, sitting at a cute table under a pergola. It’s got beautiful vines and sunset-colored flowers everywhere that pop as the sun sets.
“Something to drink? We have literally everything.” Silas asks as he leans back in his chair. His eyes pierce into mine, and I blush under his stare.
“Um, water?” I ask, my gaze moving to Thorne as he gets up. His black hair is thick and messy in waves, and it looks so damn good. I bet he does nothing to them, being blessed by the hair gods.
