“Motherfuc—" Kodiak starts, clearly watching the entire interaction, but Trev shakes his head in one sharp move, speaking up before our boss can finish that thought.
“Declan asked me to brief you and Dream on a potential client that's arriving in an hour. I’ll show you to your section of the security rooms while Dream gets changed,” Trev explains, stepping between me and Kodiak, his back to the other Alpha.
He’s putting himself between me and a perceived threat?
I narrow my eyes. That’s fucking suspicious. Everything about this Jolly Green Giant is suspicious. I’ll have to kill him off the property, or I’ll absolutely get caught trying to dispose of his big ass body.
“I’m Dream.” The flash of white lace joins us, stepping beside me, her melodic voice feeling like a gentle caress down my spine, causing me to jump.
What the fuuuck is that?
“Nice to meet you, Apollo.” She’s smiling at me, sweet, sparkling joy coming off of her in waves. No wonder she’s Tatum’s best friend. They’re happiness in human form.
Oh, hell. She's stunning. With long, light brown hair and rich hazel eyes that are the perfect mix of brown and green. Flashesof chubby-cheeked babies with hazel eyes and a blinding smile flood my mind.
The fuck?
The hint of her scent, just the smallest bit that barely reaches me through the mask, is so fucking incredible that I lick my lips. I want to rip the mask off and press my nose to her skin until I’m nothing but her rose petal vanilla heaven.
Seriously, what the fuck?
“Dream…” I grunt like a fool.
Tilting my head as I watch her, my chest aches. I think I’ve felt this before. I was young and dumb. He was lonely, with eyes so sad they seemed like endless pools of heartache.
I take a step away but keep my eyes locked on her as Tatum joins us. She’s saying something about the party tonight, but I’ve tuned her out—something I never do. I’m always aware. Of everything.
This feeling is a weakness that almost got me killed once already. It’s what kept me a prisoner for years. The reason my life wasn’t my own for so long is I forgot how to exist in this world without blades and blood.
How to be just myself and not a shield.
It’s the only feeling I know what to do with. Protect her. Even if it gets me killed. Or worse, taken.
TREV
I watch Dream as she smiles at Apollo. He won’t hurt her. Hevalues Omega lives above his own, but even if he didn’t, someone would have to be fucking insane to want to hurt Dream.
The thought makes me frown because Apollo actually probably is a little insane. Maybe I’ll stay close, just in case. There’s a spark of something I can’t read as he watches her like she’s a cobra preparing to strike. He looks equal parts terrified of and interested in her.
“Trev,” Kodiak says with the grumbling grunt he’s known for, and I bristle, hating that fucking name.
“Yeah, boss?” I ask, leaning down slightly so he can more easily speak to me while keeping his voice pitched low. I’m not moving further away from Dream and Apollo, who are currently staring at each other while Tatum talks to them both.
Dream looks curious. Intrigued, even.
Apollo just looks terribly confused.
“Oh, don’t lean in like that,” Kodiak grunts. “I’m not that much fucking shorter, you asshole.” I snort at his outburst, waiting for him to continue. “If he can’t handle this, or if he gets overwhelmed, I want you to tell me immediately. Keep him off the floor as much as possible, and make sure the rest of security keeps their distance. He seems to tolerate you about as well as he tolerates my pack. Which is as good as that's going to get. We could really use his hacking skills, so I want this to work for him.”
“Of course.”
Apollo is also an Alpha, but both of my parents were Omegas. Genetically I’m different. Scientists say more evolved. One of the ways I’m different is in my ability to control my dominance. I can make it disappear at will. Something that seems to set Apollo at ease and on edge in equal measure.
“Thanks, Trev.” There’s that fucking name again. I shake off the irritation before turning back to the others.
“Apollo is the Alpha I was telling you about,” Tatum explains, the two Omegas clinging to each other. “He’s really smart.” I can’t tell if the way Apollo shifts means he likes her praise or hates it. He’s still hard to read. “And Dream is the Omega I’m always talking about.”
“Awe! You talk about me?” Dream gushes, looking at Tatum like she hung the moon.
