Page 251 of Omega for the Pack

“Beth should have been here by now to measure you,” said Nick. “What’s the holdup with Beth?”

Caleb picked up the phone from the desk and quickly spoke to someone.

“Beth called out today,” said Caleb, his eyes flashing. Then he turned to me. “I will measure you myself then.”

“What do you mean?” I asked again.What was he measuring exactly?

“The Onyxpaw Pack has a certain requirement regarding your body,” he explained. “Please remove your shirt and jeans.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, shocked. I already felt self-conscious about my body.

I was chubbier than the average omega.

“Without any measurements, unfortunately, we won’t be able to continue with you,” said Caleb, standing up with a measuring tape in his hands. He walked around the table, leaning against the edge while waiting for me.

I slowly stood up, extra aware of the alphas staring at me.

“Right here? In front of them?” I asked.

“Trust me, this is perfectly normal,” said Caleb, his voice betraying impatience. “Omegas have to get measured. Now please remove your shirt and jeans.”

Was I wearing my good bra today?

I hoped to the moons I wasn’t wearing torn underwear either.

My hands shook as I lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing my stomach. I had never undressed in front of an alpha. Let alone a whole pack of them. I didn’t dare look at their faces as I whipped my shirt off, letting it drop.

Shit, it fell on top of the wet umbrella.

I quickly picked it up and threw it on my chair. I looked down at my blue sports bra that I had put no thought into wearing. My face was so red by the time I pulled my jeans off, revealing my high-waisted cotton underwear, which covered my belly button.

Letting out a long breath, I watched as Caleb’s eyes scanned my body from head to toe. His mouth quirked into a flash of a smile upon noticing my underwear.

Great. They all probably thought I was the most un-sexiest omega alive, and no wonder I was still single.

He wrapped the tape measure around my chest, his fingers pressing against my nipples as he tried to hold the tape measure steady. I tried to regulate my breathing since his closeness made my heart pump faster than a rocket.

He smelled fucking amazing.

I inhaled his alpha scent mixed with rich cologne. His watch sparkled at every angle as he tightened the tape measure around my breasts, calling out the numbers to the alphas as Nick wrote them down. My nipples hardened every time his fingers brushed past or tweaked them. Warmth curled in my belly, and my pussy was getting wetter each time he did that. For some reason, the glint in his eyes exposed the fact that he knew what he was doing. Toying with me without being able to claim me as his.

And if I said anything, it would make me look crazy.

So I kept quiet as he measured my waist next.

“Healthy hips to bear robust children,” he said. “Time to measure your thighs next. Spread your legs for me, please.”

When I spread my legs, his nostrils flared.

My apple scent was strong because of how much slick I was producing right now. I was wet as hell, and he knew it. I suddenly wondered if he hated my smell as he bent his head, wrapping the tape around my right thigh. I took a shower before getting here, so I couldn’t smell that bad.

He quickly pulled away from me, like he couldn’t get away fast enough. Like he was allergic to me, and I felt mildly hurt by that.

“Done?” I asked.

“Done,” he said. “The receptionist will take a picture of you upfront, and then you are free to go. We’ll call back to schedule an appointment with your matched pack if they approve.”

It had only beenfive minutes of driving before I gave up and parked next to a children’s playground. The rain was coming down hard, and it was dark now, making visibility impossiblefor me. My car was pretty ancient and tiny to go against mother nature right now.

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