Page 68 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

Not only the ones that involved meeither.

“Ithought you said you were taking me to see Rita,”I said, not quite askingthe question ofif he was still going to now with everything else going on.

“I am,” Demetri confirmed. “But I made arrangements to bring her back to the house for you.”

“You did?”

“Idid,”he said.“I’d never want to keep you from your friends or living a life you enjoy, Ella. Even if we do have to be careful about it all right now. You understand?”

I did.

“Shall we head home and wait forherto arrive?”

I nodded quickly.

“Meohmy,”Rita shook her head the moment she saw me, pausing in the center of the front door of the pack house. Her hands settled on her waist to resist jumping to hug me.

I didn’t have nearly as much willpower anymore. I moved forward and didn’t pause until I was in her arms.

Ritalaughedstartled by my sudden affectionbeforelooking around the place again. Then, once morebackto me.“You have to be kidding me.”

Demetri smiled.“I’llleave you two to it. I left the study for you two to get comfortable and have some privacy unlessyou’dliketo take her somewhere else.”

I shook my head, starting to lead Rita down the hall. She was still staring at me with confusion and awe as I closed the door to the study.

“What?” I asked.

She waved a hand towards me as it wasobvious.“You’reglowing.”

“I am not,” I fought.

“You are,”Rita insisted, lookingbackover her shoulder toward where we left Demetri and I was sure the other alphas. Though Ididn’tthinkthey’dlisten in.

He did say that we’d have privacy.

Rita raised her eyebrows.

I gave a tiny shake of my head.

My friend still looked unconvinced.

“Imean,it’sno wonderyou’renever coming back to the apartment,”she murmured before dropping into one of the oversized leather chairs.

I sat in the one next to her.

“Andyou’reworking on getting with the big, hot one that drove us here now?”Rita teased, her playful tone laced with mischief.“Oh yes, what a hardship of a life you have taken on.”

I shook my head, trying to ignore the butterfliesthat stirredin my stomach at the mention of Demetri.“That’sDemetri.”

“Demetri,”Rita repeated with a smirk, her gaze flickering mischievously between us.

My omega bristled at the almost flirtatious remark. I shovedherplayfully, knowing Rita only meant it in jest. Shewasn'tafter Demetri. Shecouldn’tbe.

I cleared my throat, attempting to change the subject.“He’sthe lead alpha in the pack.”

“He has the looks of that, so I figured. I could feel the whole'must protectomega'vibe in the car already from him,”Rita observed casually.

Must protect vibe?

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