Page 91 of Captive Omega

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

He studies me for a beat. “I have a story.”

“About?”

“Us.”

“And this story is…”

“We’re pack. You get one of us or you get none of us,” he says simply.

“I don’t get what that has to do with?—”

“You are attracted to me, bloodthirsty omega.”

I blush. Can’t help it, but there you go. “No, I am?—”

“You are.” He cuts off my lie with a grin. “I know it, you know it, and so do Garrison and Blaine.” His smile fades. “The cold hard truth it is not everyone sees us as a package deal.”

I tip my head, curious. “What do you mean?”

His eyes drift over my shoulder, settling on the wall. “Met a pretty redhead at a bar one night. She liked me, and I liked her.”

He doesn’t speak for several seconds, and I’m not sure why, but even though his expression is still relaxed, suddenly I’m tense.

I lick my dry lips. “Then what?”

He flashes me an easy grin. “Had a fun night, brought her back. Slept together. Fell asleep. Then I wake up to yelling and find her trying to slip into Garrison’s bed.”

Oh. “Vaughn…”

He’s still smiling as he says, “Because you see, the thing she wanted wasn’t me. What she wanted was a way into the house and a way to get to Garrison.” He shrugs. “Probably Blaine too. This was before his accident and he was always up and in the gym early, so who knows if she hadn’t tried his room first and found his bed empty?”

It hurt him. He felt used.

“What did Garrison say?”

He snorts. “He told her to get the fuck out. A little more politely than that. But there was a definite air of, ‘If the door hits you on the way out, it’s because you’re not moving fast enough.’”

My molars grind together. “What did she do?”

“Grabbed her stuff and got the fuck out.” He grins. “Left a pair of panties behind. They went into the fireplace. And that was that, over and done with.”

But it wasn’t over and done with. It left scars. Not visible ones, but I see them in Vaughn.

“Did you ever see her again?” Is it wrong to want to kill someone you’ve never met before?

He shakes his head. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t see other women with that same look in their eyes when we would hit the bar. See, the thing is, they don’t want me. They want a way through me to get to them.”

“I’m sorry, Vaughn.”

He uncrosses his arms and leans slightly toward me, his gaze sharpening. “But you do. Don’t you? You have your scent matched alphas down there, and it doesn’t bother you one bit that I’m a beta. You still want me.”

Yes.

I have a fiancé waiting for me. A life waiting for me. And yet I am fighting an attraction to Vaughn that I should not have.

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