Page 97 of The Omega

This wouldn’t have happened on our watch.

I’d heard enough. I kicked dirt over the fire and turned away. There was no sense sitting here with this bumbling idiot while he recounted his failure.

“Where are you going?” Atlas called after me.

I paused just long enough to flip him off. “I’m going to get my mate. Are you coming or not?”

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Atlas

“And another thing,”—Dorian hadn’t stopped talking since we’d gotten into his car—“you’re going to have to be okay with DP. Opal wants it. I’m fine with it. You’re the cockblock here.”

Am not.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” I refused to speak with him about this, regretting almost every choice I’d made tonight.

Or was it early morning now?

I glanced at the dashboard clock, still keeping one eye on the road at all times and my feet planted on the floor to pump the imaginary brakes.

3:24 am. We’d been on the road for hours.

And he needs to slow down.

Dorian checked his GPS map again. “Penelope—the nurse—told Opal about the Omega community in Denver. It’s the closest place I can think of that they’d take her to and if they didn’t, we can find someone there who does know where she went.”

I really hoped he didn’t mean Penelope’s Alphas.

“I’m surprised you remembered,” I grumbled, trying and failing to see how this plan was going to work. It might be a commune of sweet Omegas, but if their mates were anything like Penelope’s, we weren’t going to be able to stroll in and start making demands.

“Contrary to popular myth and what social media might lead you to believe, I do pay attention to things other than myself.” Dorian took his eyes off the road to glare at me.

I stared at the road for us both, not impressed by his attempt to stroke his own ego. “Why did you even leave the show if you love the spotlight so much?”

“Because our mate was leaving.” He growled.

It might’ve been a slip-up, but my wolf stopped mid-pace when Dorian said the word “our.”

We hadn’t used that word yet, had we?

My mate. Your mate.

We don’t deserve her.

If Dorian realized what he said, he didn’t acknowledge it. “I know you think I’m a shit Alpha, but unlike you and the rest of the daddy’s boys who got handed your pack on a gold platter with a guidebook, I’m figuring this out as I go.”

He never shuts up, does he?

“And I played by the rules,” Dorian said. “It was within my rights to claim a new territory of government sanctioned land for my pack.”

“Technically, that land is reserved for new Alpha and Luna couples who are starting their own pack,” I pointed out, and while I was at it, “You’re almost on empty.”

“I fucking know.” He downshifted like he had something to prove.

The gas station lights up ahead grew brighter as I sat there thinking about what Dorian had said. Unlike him, I didn’t feel the need to defend my position. Almost every Alpha I’d ever spoken to had some sort of sob story, but most didn’t go around sharing it.

But he was right. I’d never met another Alpha in his position that started a pack from nothing like we were in the old days of the Wild West or something.