If Indigo were here, I think they would’ve laughed. I could almost picture the alpha shaking their head and giving me a thumbs down.That was the wrong thing to say.
Eva’s face screwed up, her nose scrunching. “Oh, right! Because it doesn’t matter which of you it is! Just that one is around!”
“What is wrong with you?” I asked with a confused blink. It was clear she’d sought out some kind of comfort, it didn’t make sense why she was upset.
Again, this seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The omega’s face reddened with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“I mean—wasn’t your mate the one you needed? What the fuck did I have to be around for if you?—”
“So you only care about me if you get to bite me or fuck me, is that it?”
“What? No! I?—”
“Sick and tired of your needy omega unless the need is sex, right? Well that s-s-sucks!”
Surely, this was the hell that my nonna swore I’d end up in if I stopped going to church. There was no other explanation for the entirely baffling sequence of events playing in front of me.
Tears started forming in the omega’s eyes as her hand shot into her pocket to pull out the switchblade I’d gifted her. The soft click of the mechanism opening music to my ears—even if they were trying to sew themselves shut in anticipation of yet another bout of crying.
“I never said that,” I tried, putting my hands up placatingly as Eva pointed the knife in my direction.
“You don’t care about me at all! I’m just a fucking hole to you!”
“Listen to me, you devil woman!” I shouted, trying to get a word in.
The omega burst into tears. “You’re such an asshole! I was scared! And you just fucking left me all alone!”
Wait.
Could it be?
Excitement skittered through me. Partly from the proximity of Eva’s knife to my neck, my cock responded to the anger in her eyes, even as I leaned away from her tears. And, because maybe, justmaybe—she was acting insane because she was pregnant.
“You have three other—” I tried, but the tip of the knife pressed against my jaw, and the rest of what I wanted to saywas lost. My mouth was moving before my brain could catch up. “Come sit in my lap while you do that.”
“Are you fucking serious?!” she shouted. “I’m holding a knife to you, and you’re making jokes?!”
“I’m not joking,” I said quickly, trying to smooth things over. “I really mean it, Eva.”
“YOU NEVER TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!” she screamed, bursting into fat tears that tracked down her face and dripped from her chin.
There was no other reasonable explanation. I tried, and mostly failed, to stop myself from grinning. The delight in my voice was unmistakable as I asked, “Were you looking for me to share good news?”
Eva hit my chest with her hand, pushing me a couple of inches away in my rolling chair, sniffling loudly. “No! I wanted to cuddle, and you just fucked off to god knows where!”
“You’re nesting,” I said, although truthfully I had no fucking idea. Usually, nesting was a lot about pillows, blankets, and lighting or… whatever. An omega’s need to make their space as safe and comfortable as possible. But maybe, with the pregnancy hormones…? “Do you think you’re such an emotional wreck because you’re pregnant?”
“What?” Eva shrieked, the sound making my ears ring unpleasantly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Never mind the fact that I’d lost my job! And my apartment! And two of my packmates were fighting! And you—maybe I—you make me feel—I hate you!”
The wailing that followed her admission was so loud, and paired with so much snot leaking from the omega’s nose, that I stood up from my chair.
“You hate me,” I repeated, backing away from her.
No amount of sexy knife play was worth this. If Eva continued to insist on behaving like the world’s most disgusting faucet, I didn’t need to stay and witness it.
Especially if shehatedme.
“Cameo—”
