Page 408 of Omega for the Pack

“For now, we will install one in your living room. Next, I’ll need to know your schedule,” he said, taking out a notepad and pen. I was surprised by the intensity and seriousness of this whole thing. I was usually very flippant about my safety and couldn’t care less. But these incidents did strike fear in me.

“I go to the studio around nine in the morning,” I said.

“We’ll meet you here tomorrow and escort you to the studio,” he said. “May I see your phone, please?”

“For?”

“The voicemail,” he said.

“But I deleted it.”

“There are ways to recover it,” he said, holding his hand out with contained patience. I could tell he was getting irritated with me, but I didn’t care. It was my personal belonging. I unlocked my phone and handed it to him, worried about what he’d find. “What’s this?”

“What?” I asked, my heart pounding as I peered at the phone. He somehow managed to pull up an old deleted video of some porn I watched a few days ago. I gritted my teeth with annoyance. “That’s totally unnecessary.”

“I’m just going through your deleted files,” he said. His lips twitched, and I knew he thought it was amusing to find that on my phone. I was mortified. I thought I’d gotten rid of it forever and even deleted it twice, but he managed to pull it up from the recesses of my phone. “There. Is this it?”

He played the voicemail on the speaker. The eerie masked voice playing in the kitchen felt like a violation. It made me feel sick.

“That’s the one,” I said.

“I’ll forward it to myself,” he said. Then he handed my phone back. “I added my phone number in your contacts so you’ll know right away who’s calling.”

“Oh, okay, thanks,” I said. I was usually so disorganized and clumsy about these things. He was precise in his job and organized on a level I’d never been before.

The guards returned to the kitchen, standing around the granite top I was leaning on. Being surrounded by all these males after years of being alone was odd. My middle clenched unwillingly. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. As an omega, it was tough inhaling the alphas’ scents. Their scent was made to arouse an omega and to make her submit underneath him, legs spread.

It was in our biology. It’s why I had to take heat suppressants daily.

“Everything looks good,” said Ethan, rubbing his beard. “Hopefully, Ryder wasn’t giving you a hard time, my darling.”

“Nope,” I said with a smile. The only serious person here was Ryder, who hadn’t cracked a smile the entire time except when he discovered the offending video on my phone. Maybe he took delight in my discomfort.

“Alright then, we’ll see you tomorrow,” said Ryder. “I advise you not to leave your home under any circumstances unless one of us is around you. Call me if anything happens between now and tomorrow.”

“Sounds peachy,” I said.

He looked pained by my choice of words, and I held back my laughter. He waswaytoo serious. But I didn’t take life too seriously myself, so maybe he was right. Adrian was staring atme the entire time, and my body heated under his gaze. I looked at him to tell him to back off, but when we made eye contact, he gave me a crooked smile, which made my stomach flip.

“See you later,” said Adrian, the last one standing with me at the door. He was taking his sweet time to leave.

“You better not flirt with me,” I said. “Everything is staying as professional as possible.”

He cocked his head to one side, giving me the most smoldering look he could muster, making me laugh. He was going to be trouble.

“You sure?”

“Get out of here,” I said, ready to slam the door in his face. “I don’t know how I’m going to work with you.”

“Soon, you’ll wonder how you ever survived without me,” he said. “No, I’m kidding. I’ll do my best- just hard to concentrate with how pretty you are.”

“Bye, Adrian,” I said finally, and he left.

I closed the door, breathing hard.

I felt much better in my home after they searched it, but I was also nervous about what the coming days would hold. Pressing a hand between my legs, I was horny as hell around these bodyguards. Their scents and presence had driven my hormones crazy as an omega. I quickly went to the couch and pulled my phone out with one hand cupping my pussy underneath my skirt.

Laying on the couch, I pulled up a hot video of two alphas massaging a naked omega on a white table. Her flushed skin and moans filled the screen as I watched an alpha slowly work his finger into her shiny oiled pussy. His thick finger spread her wide, made me breathe harder. I imagined his finger spreading my pussy. The second alpha was rubbing her clit and belly. Soon, they would knot her, just warming her up.

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