Unable to remove a huge, awkward grin from my face, I gave her a thumbs up, earning a round of laughs from the four men around me.
“Good! Time to head back?” She pointed to the front door. “I can take her home.”
“No!” Demetrius commanded as the other three tensed again. He steadied himself before adding, “We would all prefer that one of us escort her to and from her apartment every day.”
Dr. Laughlin chuckled softly, gesturing to them to lead. “Of course, that’s perfectly fine.”
The six of us walked across the street with Lukas excitedly leading the way. Behind me, Dr. Laughlin and Demetrius talked about beta blockers for the five of us. Preston intertwined his fingers with my right hand while Isaac softly rubbed my left arm. Receiving this sort of attention from the pack that ran the company was growing more and more intimidating by the minute.
Luckily, it was a short walk, and soon we reached my floor, waving goodbye to Dr. Laughlin, who left for her loft.
As I approached my apartment door, the intensity returned around the five of us.Should I invite them in? What if they expected more than I was ready for? How did I turn them down?My heart pounded while questions tumbled through my mind. I fumbled with my keys, stalling, when a smooth, rich voice spoke behind me.
“It’s time for us to go,” Demetrius stated. “We don’t want to overwhelm Ivy anymore than we already have.”
I must have let out a visible sigh of relief as they all chuckled a bit. I turned around to face them, eagerly wanting to end this encounter and my embarrassment.
Preston turned to me. “Can I see your phone? I’ll add my number. Actually, we can all add our numbers.” He quickly entered his contact info before handing it off to Isaac. Turning his attention back to me, he gently touched my chin. “Text me when you eat. Let me know if you like the food.”
I nodded affirmatively—speaking to Preston was apparently next to impossible. He handed me a bag full of food containers and caressed my cheek with his fingers, making my heart flip.
Isaac lifted my hand to his mouth, pressing another kiss against my knuckles. “I’ll see you soon. Send me a text as well, let me know if you watch or read anything.”
“Me too,” Lukas chimed in as he nuzzled the side of my neck, forcing a ticklish laugh out of me.
“I’ll send everyone a text, I promise!” I giggled slightly, trying to reassure them as Demetrius handed my phone back.
He stepped up to me last and gently touched my cheek. “One of us will be here every morning to walk you to the studios. Don’t leave without one of us.”
“Okay,” I quickly agreed, knowing I could never disobey him. The desire to obey him must've been an omega trait. I’d never felt an urge to please someone so much in my life.
“Good night, Ivy,” he said, giving me a small smile before turning back to his pack mates. “Let’s go.”
I quickly entered my apartment and locked the door behind me, heart racing and stomach flipping.
Somehow, in less than a week, I went from being a regular beta dancer in the corps to finding out I was an omega, scent-matched with the pack running the company.
That thought didn’t seem real—at all. Tomorrow, I’d probably wake up, realize I was dreaming, and have a good, awkward laugh at myself as I got ready for morning class.
Carrying Preston’s meal over to my table, I sat down and opened the box. A delicious aroma of pan-fried rice with shrimp poured out, making my mouth water. A message was written on the inside of the box.Enjoy!
I most certainly would. I took a bite, just as delicious as it smelled. Taking a quick picture of the meal, I sent a thank-you message to Preston and the group with a note on how delicious it was. Very quickly, I received a reply.
Glad you like it. I’ll need to know all your favorite foods soon so I can make them for you. -P
My heart flipped again as I took another bite. Within five minutes, I was completely stuffed from Preston's meal. Putting away the remaining leftovers, I dropped down on mycouch and snuggled back into my blanket as I pulled my phone out.
My fingers quickly punch in my mom's number. “Mom, you’ll never guess the week I just had…”
***
Preston
I looked out the window of the pack’s SUV, watching the city drift by. All four of us sat quietly in the car, each lost in his own thoughts, but most likely thinking the same thing.
There was no denying she was our scent-match.
“What was her scent?” Demetrius asked, sitting in the driver's seat. “Roses?”
