Havoc too. His brown hair is shorter than my hair which reaches my shoulder blades, and I bet it’s as softas Thorne’s. Their gazes land on me, too, and for once I’m feeling less shy with them on me.
It could just be the omega in me, but I’m liking their attention all on me.
“You sure? Cause he’s making me and Havoc a rum and coke,” Silas asks. I was raised that asking for anything but water is impolite, and asking for alcohol is downright disgraceful. My eyes clash back to Silas’s, whose knee bumps mine under the table.
“You can have anything you want, baby girl,” he says, his voice low as if it’s only me and him in the room. “Anything.”
I drop his stare. I’m sure my face is so red they could see it under my dark skin. I’m in flames, and I’m seriously questioning if my suppressant is going to work around Silas, as I feel my perfume wanting to let everyone know exactly how I feel right now.
“Oh, um, do you have the ingredients for a strawberry daiquiri?” I mumble, trying to beat back my mother’s screeching voice in my ear.
“Absolutely, Peach Puff.” Thorne winks at me as he walks back towards the house. “I’m letting Otis out.”
“And grab the pizza too.”
“Pizza and drinks — you really know how to woo me,” I chuckle. “Wait, who is Otis?” Is there another member of this Pack? Where have they been this whole time? What if they don’t want an omega and think I’m stealing their Pack and hate me and?—
“It’s Silas’s favorite.” Havoc answers, snapping me out of my spiral. I clap my hands together in my lap, hoping that this new Pack member won’t rip me to shreds when they see me.
“It’s even better because it’s homemade,” Silas says, grasping my attention again.
“Homemade pizza? What toppings are on it?” I ask, trying to keep the wobble out of my voice.
“What do you want to be on it?” He asks, scooting his chair closer to mine.
“Hmm, pepperoni.” My voice is embarrassingly low as I try not to think of Otis.
“What if I said pineapple?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Silas is sitting so close to me that he couldn’t have missed the scowl on my face that I try to hide. Pineapple on pizza?
“I really hope that’s not your favorite,” I grumble, almost completely distracted from Otis with the offensive pizza topping as the topic of discussion.
“Oh, I’m glad!” he says with a hand over his heart as if it were racing. “Because I couldn’t be your alpha if you liked pineapple on pizza.”
A short laugh breaks through my worrying lips, and Havoc smiles as Silas continues to harass the pineapple pizza lover.
It’s when the conversation spreads to Havoc that I notice how strong Silas’s coffee scent is. It’s wrapped around me like a blanket I wish I could snuggle intoand disappear. I watch the two converse, and I breathe a little easier. I get hints of white chocolate as I settle deeper into the scents flooding my system.
This Otis, whoever they may be, can’t be too different from the rest of their Pack, can they? If they trust and love Otis, then maybe we can be Pack, together, all of us.
“Here he comes,” Throne shouts as the sound of the back door opening has me shooting out of my seat. My heels clank against the cobblestone ground under the table, and I smooth my hands down my skirt, making sure it doesn’t fly up on me and also giving me a chance to wipe the sweat off my hands. I see Thorne first with a round metal tray and four drinks on it... only four?
My question doesn’t last long as a gray pit bull darts out the door, swinging around Thorne’s legs as it races towards us, all the way in the back of the yard.
“Is Otis a dog?” I ask in shock as the cutest pit I’ve seen comes and sniffs me. He circles me as I bend down to pet him. He jumps on my lap, knocking me over, and as the guys shout, I try to stifle my laugh and sit back up, wanting to pet the big baby in my lap.
“He’s okay,” I say as I slowly pet Otis, trying to distract from the fact that I’m on the ground surrounded by alphas.
“I’m so sorry; we’re still training him, Otis. Sit,” Silas says, guiding the dog away from me. Havoc is there with a hand out to me, and my mind plays a sick gameon me. What if I’d met them first? Before I fell into the Fallon Pack? How different my life would be now?
I put my hand in his. His hand engulfs mine as he guides me to stand. “He’s been training Otti ever since I knew him.”
I chuckle as I sit back in my seat. Havoc pushes my chair into the table with ease and sits next to me.
They go on talking about Otis and his lack of training as Otis sits his head in my lap. He really is such a cutie. I’ve never had a dog. My parents hated them, and if they or the Fallon Pack ever found me, I needed to run. I couldn’t have a dog with me.
“So we have something we need to talk about,” Silas says, suddenly sitting up in his chair. His hands clasp together, and his elbows sit on the table.
That makes my smile drop and my skin tight with nerves as I notice both their eyes heavy on me.
