Mags is stronger than I anticipated. She yanks her arm out of my hand and pokes me in the chest with her finger.
“If you don’t want to help me, then fine. I’ll find other ways to deal with a little bit of heat in the evenings. I’ll … fuck, Idon’t know. Go to Kip or Kaden. Or both.” She crosses her arms. “Yeah. I’ll take ‘em both. How would you feel about that?”
“I’d still feel like you’re abusing the medication, and I’d want you to take it like you’re supposed to.”
Her frustrated grunt is loud enough to pull the twins out of their room to see what’s going on, but despite her threat, she doesn’t explain anything to them as she stalks down the hall.
“I’ll be in the fucking car.”
Kip looks at me with concern. “Is she okay?”
I can’t really answer that without spilling her secret, so I just shrug. “Women. Fuck if I know.”
Five minutes later, we’re in the car and on the road. I want to discuss the suppressant situation more with Mags, but she’s in a spectacularly foul mood.
We pull up to the front gate, and after announcing our presence through the intercom, a servant-driven golf cart arrives to take us in.
Showtime.
Chapter 6
Kip
The omega mark is cute, but not as cute as Mags.
As the golf cart eases to a stop at the base of the expansive front steps, I take a brief moment to get a good look at our surroundings.
It’s your typical modern West Coast mansion. Sprawling, massive, all sharp lines and floor-to-ceiling windows. The front drive ends in a circular roundabout that surrounds an elaborate stone fountain, and intricately trimmed hedges provide a moderate amount of privacy from prying eyes.
The Donnelly family stands at the top of the steps, waiting for us to ascend. Our mark’s two brothers, David and Timothy, stand slightly in front of the others, as though they’re guarding their sister.
David, the eldest child and an alpha, looks like the type to stand guard: tall, dark, and jacked. Timothy, on the other hand, is a beta like Kaden and I, and he looks like he’d tumble down the stairs if you so much as bumped into him. He’s easily six inches shorter than his older brother, and that’s adjusting for his terrible posture.
Behind the sons stand the so-called uncles, a pair of beta brothers unrelated to the core family. Kept men, or so Mags says. I, for one, would prefer to maintain my independence in a pack. I don’t see how these betas can debase themselves by letting the omega mother order them around. One of the uncles looks suspiciously like Timothy …
I’d better keep my mouth shut about that.
Finally, in the very back, shaded by the massive architectural overhang above the front door, stand Clint and Clarice Donnelly on either side of their omega daughter, Threnody.
Clint looks like an older version of David, though his dark hair and trim beard are threaded with silver. Clarice is every bit the middle-aged, spoiled omega brat one would expect, though she hides her greys with an obvious bleach-blonde dye job. There’s just no way her hair color is naturally that even.
Threnody might as well be a younger carbon copy of her mom. They’ve got matching oval faces, matching blue eyes, and matching dye jobs. Oh, and matching peach-colored, figure-hugging dresses.
I wonder if Threnody even has any original thoughts in that pretty little head of hers.
She’s cute and all, but I’ll leave her to Nik. I’ll stick to catering to whatever stupid whims she has while we’re here, but Mags doesn’t have to worry about me breaking our contract by seducing Threnody.
Mags never has to worry about me seducing any of the omegas we work for.
As she and Nik ascend the steps ahead of us, Kaden and I keep our heads high and our eyes forward. Luckily for me, that puts my gaze directly on Mags’s ass.
She keeps half a step behind Nik, just enough to give the appearance that he’s in charge. He’s our alpha, after all, andcan’t be seen kowtowing to a beta. We should really all walk behind him in a line, but Mags decided it would look better if she seemed more attached to Nik, like some weird beta concubine. Not that anything like that is going on between them, but it gives the Donnellys the impression that Nik is some hotshot in the sack.
I wish I had the chance to show Mags what I can do in bed … not that I’ve ever had the opportunity to find out formyself, but I’d like to show her.
Kaden thinks I’m an idiot for pining. Unlike me, he’s not saving himself for anyone in particular. Kaden’s been with dozens of women by now. Betas. Omegas. Even female alphas. As he puts it, “A pussy’s better than your left hand ever could be, brother.”
Problem is, the pussy I want doesn’t want me.
