“It’s okay, he’s just doing the tent for her,” I soothe.
“I’ll rip her tongue out and shove it up her cunt so she can fuck herself,” Meg growls with a savagery that she is more than capable of. There is no one more important in her world than Desi, but there is no one he loves more than he loves Meg.
I bite my lip and stroke Meg’s back. “Easy, girl, easy.”
“That’s my alpha.”
“Yes, and you staked your claim; everyone can smell him.”
Meg’s lips twist, but her eyes are narrowed and intently watching him as he sets it up.
The rich bastards just watch us like they expect us to do it for them. Well, that’s not going to happen here.
“Right,” I call out loudly, looking around. “Why are your tents down? Hurry up. Get to it. I thought you were brilliantly smart alphas and betas?”
“Why are there no omegas?” Justin Smith mutters under his breath as he walks past me.
We do bring omegas out with us, but only if they are bonded, in a pack, or with their families. Once a season, I take a small group of omegas out with Meg, and we not only teach them how to survive but self-defense, too. It’s too dangerous with alphas, especially alphas with egos. We learned hard and fast when I needed to break three alphas’ arms to keep an injured omega safe from them. I ignore Justin, refusing to explain something he won’t truly understand.
“Hurry up!” I clap my hands.
Several of my adventurers look at me in annoyance, but most of them just continue slouching in boredom. Fine, we can play this the hard way.
“Tents up in ten or you sleep in your sleeping bags on the ground. Doesn’t bother me, but light’s fading, and we need to go find fire wood and water. So, move.”
A few of them take me seriously and get their tents up, but there are a number who will be joining me under the stars.
Including, to my consternation, the four alphas I’m trying desperately to ignore. They have hovered on the edge of my periphery every time I’m close to them. I’m hyperaware of exactly where they are. It’s driving me crazy.
Dakota heads towards me, and I consider bailing but instead straighten my shoulders and wait for him to reach me. He ducks his head, smiling. I’ve seen all the omegas and betas he’s smiled that smile at. I’m not impressed.
“Hey, so it looks like we’re all sleeping out under the stars together, want to share a swag?”
“That was a really bad line, Kota. Would you like to go away and think up another one?” I say in my most bored tone.
He winces and rubs the back of his head. “Heard it before?”
“Only about fifty times.”
“Huh. All right, how about care to show me-”
“My favourite spots, because you really want to know all about me?”
His eyes twinkle. “Or so we can just go and fuck it out, I’m happy with either.”
I scoff and drag my eyes down his body and back up. “I’m going to have to pass. You know, I’m fairly certain the dirt is cleaner than you are.”
He clutches his chest like I’ve shot him and laughs. A deep belly laugh that is as captivating as it is annoying.
“Now, that hurts.”
I shrug. “I’d apologise but my dad always told me to tell the truth.”
“Touché. All right, well, how about a conversation?” He rakes his fingers through his hair, messing it up.
“Do you know how to do those?” I ask in mock surprise.
He laughs again, and, damn, it has a very unwanted effect on me. I look away from him and try to get my treasonous body under control.
