Page 27 of The Omega Archives: Part One

The biggest alpha of us was easily compared to a bear which worked well considering he was ex-ops and now head of Demetri’s new line of security alongside Cal who handed the technical side of things, barely looked up from where he was scrolling on his phone.

When he did look up it was only to curl his lip at Cal. “That cereal has red 40.”

“And it’s delicious.”

Marko rolled his eyes and stood to head to the kitchen, starting to pull ingredients out of the fridge likely to make our beta something more nutritious as the also being the only one of us who used the oversized kitchen.

Cal chomped on another handful of cereal like a heathen before setting it on the counter. Marko took the opportunity to yank it away and shove it in the trashcan.

I could feel a hint of something odd traveling down the bond between Cal and me as he considered his next words. Something like the sparking of nerves.

When had Cal ever been nervous before?

He shifted back and forth. “I mean, if I wanted to ask someone out. Like on a date or something. We said that was fine before, right?”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I mumbled, bracing myself on the cool granite island.

Demetri blinked twice before turning his attention away from his computer to focus on Cal. “You know that’s fine as long as you bring it up and no one’s upset about it.”

“You’re serious?” I asked. “You’ve been at work all day. Who the hell could you’ve met?”

Our fearless pack leader paused his work, lifting his fingers from the keys once more. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Does this mean that you’re upset about it, Liam?”

Cal raised his dark eyebrows until they were hidden underneath his curls, waiting for my input.

I crossed my arms before realizing I still had my blazer on. I hastily shucked it off and threw it over the back of the chairs around the large kitchen island. “No. He can do whatever with his dick that he wants.”

“Nothing serious, right Cal?” confirmed Demetri.

He shrugged. “Not as of now.”

Then not as of ever.

Though Cal might’ve been the most personable of the bunch of us, our beta was a terrible flirt. Whoever got under his skin likely wouldn’t make it until next week. Or until Marko or I reminded Cal Cal exactly who he was once again, and this entire open-pack relationship would once again be thrown to a halt.

Better than it was, in my opinion.

I rubbed my palm against my face looking between the two others acting like everything was going just fine. Maybe to them, it was. It wasn’t like they were alone for the past three months while I was here starting the school year with students who in most cases could care less about linguistics let alone their mandatory language credits.

“I think that we should reach back out to Omega Services,” I said.

Sudden shock hit the bond before the sound of Cal’s hang crushing into the box of dry cereal halted.

Demetri paused mid-keystroke.

Now everyone’s attention was one thing. Me.

Even Marko paused his work before he shook his head, looking back down at the eggs he was breaking into a bowl for what must’ve been an omelet.

Cal sputtered. “What?”

“I think we should reach back out to omega services or even the local omega haven again to see if we can try and be matched with another omega who needs a pack,” I said, keeping it logical. “I realize that we stopped two years ago for a reason to regroup–”

“Yeah, after that bitch last time came in and nearly ruined us.”

“Cal,” Demetri spoke up to interrupt.

Without a single order, Cal shut his mouth, though he was still shaking his head, jaw set.

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