I cough out a laugh, raising my brows in disbelief, shaking away my frozen state as my fingers run through his hair.
This man hasgorgeoushair.
It’s not just thick, but silky, shiny, and so smooth. I can’t see a single split end. I’d love to use him as a model.
Wait. What were we talking about?
I pause, letting my brain catch up. Oh, the fact I’m far too busy to be getting involved with a bunch of ridiculously hot alphas who have my omega rolling around like a bitch in heat.
I square my shoulders, settling my gaze with his again.
“Listen,pack alpha.” I put on my sternest voice. “They’reyourpack, so I need you to make it clear that I really appreciate everything they’ve done for me. But I’m not looking for alphas, not right now.”
With that, I start finger-combing his hair, spraying it with a fine mist of water.
“My pack isn’t good enough for you?”
“What? No!” I gasp, unable to hold it back.
But his expression remains composed as he watches me in the mirror.
“That’s not itat all. I just… I’m putting all my time into this place, I don’t have room for anything else—”
“When’s your next heat?”
I almost drop the spray bottle. “I’m sorry?”
“You can’t avoid your heat, and you’ll need a pack. I’m offering my pack to see you through it.”
My mouth is wide open. Jaw practically unhinged.
I scoff, shake my head, but no words come out.
“Luc and Val have never liked the same woman. Now, I’m almost barking at them every day to stop them coming here.”
I try to ignore the flip my stomach does at that.
“Sylvan has stopped following a routine he’s had for eight years after meeting you once.”
My mouth slowly closes.
“And you’re the first omega I’ve met in years who can keep eye contact with me.”
Our eyes connect in the mirror. “I have alpha brothers.”
He smiles at me, and that is… holy shit. He’s deadly when he smiles, a predator daring me closer.
“It’s more than that,” he murmurs, voice deeper, “and you know it.”
I’m shaking my head while sectioning his hair. “Thank you for the… offer. But I don’t need an alpha, never mind a whole pack, for my heat. I manage just fine on my own.”
“Omega,” he rumbles out, and my eyes snap to his again. “How many heats have you gone through without an alpha?”
I narrow my gaze, gritting my jaw. “That is absolutelynoneof your business,alpha.”
We stare at each other, holding the silence, because I amnotbacking down.
Eventually, he does, taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes. “Sorry, you’re right.”
