“I have not an ounce of respect for her, and I don’t believe a thing she says. What did she do?”
“She is always messing with us,” Nina mutters sadly. “The recording… she forced… she had… he was trying to protect me.”
“Wait, did she threaten your mate?”
Nina nods. “She and Alpha Harry.”
No way! My mouth drops open. “They sank that low?!”
“We didn’t know what to do, then Griffin… Gamma Griffin came and helped us yesterday.” She looks at me, her eyes wide, before she bursts into tears again. “Please forgive my mate, Luna. I swear he didn’t know what else to do. And he didn’t know what she was planning. I would have told you otherwise, I swear I would have.”
“Nina,” I squeeze her wrist. “Your mate isn’t in any trouble. Just promise me that next time something like this happens, you will tell us. I will have Alpha Forrest talk to him.” She looks worried for a moment. “He really appreciates his warriors, and he will make sure Lissa won’t do something like this again. He will just need to hear everything from your mate, directly. He won’t hurt him.”
Nina lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you, Luna. You know… Lissa messes with us omegas all the time,” she whispers. “She does things… and then she laughs…”
“Things?”
“Flirts with our mates.”
Her words hang heavy in the air. Fated mates are usually very committed. Now, there are some exceptions like Jordan, and I am sure there are exceptions within the omegas too, but I doubt that every single mated omega would love to be seduced by Lissa.
Dread settles in me. She isn’t playing fair. There is no way she is. Maybe Harry or Donna are backing her up; maybe she’s doing it herself. I don’t know what she is doing, but I know I will need to put a stop to it.
twenty-two
The Omegas
*ROSEA*
It’s late afternoon when Forest, Griffin and I meet at our private suite. Forest hands me a plate of cake. There are five pieces of varying cakes on it, making me look at him in amusement. “Is all of that for me?”
“Yes, I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought you a little bit of everything.”
It’s so sweet; I don’t even know what to say. So, when he sits down next to me, I just hand him a fork. “I’ll need help,” I say.
Forest blinks first before his eyes widen and he smiles. “The chocolate one is great. Never tried the lemon tart, though.”
“Now’s your chance!”
Forest and I exchange a look, then chuckle.
“That’s all very adorable,” Griffin complains. “But does anyone even think about me? Where is my cake?”
“You can have biscuits,” Forest says, tossing him a pack.
“They are two weeks old.” Griffin shakes his head. “Well, I guess I can’t compete against the luna.”
“You do know I am not really your luna?” I ask.
He shrugs. “You are here as Forest’s mate, and I don’t care if you are fated or not. You are the luna, right now.”
“A great one on top of that,” Forest points out.
Griffin laughs. “Did you see Lissa’s terrified face this morning?”
“I was trying to hold back, but she really started to annoy me,” I admit.
“Why hold back?” Griffin asks. “The pack loved it. We did not have a particularlypresentluna before.” He looks at Forest. “No offense.”
