The longer Ottis stuck around, the more danger he put Doc in.
But Ottis also had nowhere else safe to go.
His stomach clenched.
If he told Doc about the threat... What if Doc decided that it was too much, and he kicked Ottis out?
He shoved it out of his mind.
“Relax, no one’s stealing your omega,” Bruiser said dryly. He sat up straighter, focusing on the laptop. “I’m in.”
Doc perked up, and so did Zenith.
Ottis thought about telling his friends that the phone hacking was kind of cool. Then he remembered Bruiser interrupting the maybe-kiss in the kitchen.
With a grudge burning, Ottis pulled out his phone.
Ottis
Psst psst PLEASE be around.
Uriel
What’s up?
Ottis
Doc and I are with Bruiser right now.
Uriel
Oh. So you’re Doc’s mystery omega?
The alpha chat was going nuts
And ugh. Why didn’t anyone else volunteer to hack that phone? At least you’re the one looking at Lizard Face, not me.
Doc laughed quietly in Ottis’ ear. He was reading the texts too; it was part of the kidnap contract.
Uriel
So, what do you need me for?
Ottis
I have a plan. If you call Bruiser rude names, I’ll take photos of his offended face
Make the insults increasingly terrible. I want to see him pop
Uriel
Ha! Sure, I’ll bite
The gecko needs to be taken down a peg or two, anyway.
Ottis
(laughing emoji) You call him a gecko, omg
