Page 414 of Omega for the Pack

It was true. The prison on Howl’s Edge Island was no joking matter. They placed prisoners in wet dungeons with no real beds or food. I wouldn’t care if the stalker was jailed. He broke into my house, and now he was sneaking around my workplace. It was disturbing.

The bodyguards could shoot him on sight for all I cared.

The strawberry mixedwith chocolate ice cream tasted cool on my tongue as I sat on one of the tables outside the shop. The tables had cute blue umbrellas, shading customers from the sun as they ate. My bodyguards stood around me, adjusting their sunglasses and clearing their throats constantly as they waited for me to finish. I knew Ryder was low-key annoyed as fuck atme. He deserved it if he watched the video from last night and bragged about it to everyone.

“I’d like to buy an ice cream cone,” said Adrian.

“If you must,” grunted Ryder, his jaw tightening as he adjusted his sunglasses. The customers kept looking at our table and the weird arrangement of all five men standing around me with guns in their holsters.

I licked my ice cream, staring at the sunset, thinking about everything. I felt much safer than I had in days ever since hiring the bodyguards, so it wasn’t a mistake. The only drawback was the camera they installed at the house, which I hated.

Adrian plopped into the chair beside me, licking the lemon gelato ice cream he ordered.

“Damn, this tastes so good,” he said, licking it with his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His excitement at the amazing organic taste of the ice cream already put me in a better mood.

“Have you ever had Celestia’s ice cream before?” I asked, giggling, as I crunched the sweet strawberry chunk.

“Mhm, no,” he said, taking another giant lick. I couldn’t help but notice the wideness of his tongue, and my stomach clenched with arousal. I quickly looked at my dripping ice cream and licked it off.

Cooper had also bought ice cream and sat on my other side. His long blond hair got stuck in the ice cream, and Adrian laughed as he cursed up a storm, flinging his sticky hair behind his shoulders.

“Yeah, this shit’s good,” said Cooper, relaxing back in his chair.

“She didn’t pay us to eat ice cream,” growled Ryder, who was clearly unhappy with this arrangement. Ethan and Lucas were like robots, constantly on the lookout, so he didn’t need to worry about them.

“It’s okay,” I said in a calming tone. I enjoyed having the two men eat ice cream with me, and it felt different than eating alone. “The stalker would never show up here. He knows you guys are with me now. Plus, I feel less alone.”

“Aw,” said Adrian, rubbing my arm in affection. My face grew warm at the contact, and noticing my face flush, he removed his hand.

At that moment, I heard my phone ding with a text message. Upon seeing the unknown number, I unlocked my phone on the table with apprehension.

It said:

Enjoy the ice cream while it lasts. Soon, I’ll lick you up when you’re mine, little pinkie.

I gasped- ignoring the dripping ice cream in my hand.

“What’s going on?” asked Ryder, quickly snatching up my phone.

“Hey!” I shouted as his eyes skimmed the text message.

“It’s him,” he said. At his words, Adrian and Cooper jumped off their chairs, flinging their ice creams into the trash and standing around me like a fortress protecting me from the enemy. Ryder handed my phone back to me and pulled his gun out instead. “We need to get her back to the car. Now.”

I looked around frantically, my heart beating fast as they herded me back to the limo. A guard covered every opening around me as they tightened the circle around me. Their muscular planes pressed against my body as we slowly walked while Ryder scoped out the area.

“He’s here if he knows she’s eating ice cream,” Ethan told Ryder.

“I don’t see the guy with the gray sweater,” said Ryder. “He knows what he’s doing, and I’m not happy about it.”

Once in the limo, I was relieved to be out of sight of the stalker. I didn’t even care about how close Adrian was sitting tome. I looked at the text message again, and chills went up my spine.

He had been watching me eat ice cream.

I was starting to get annoyed and frustrated as I finished the rest of my ice cream. But I jumped when my phone started to ring. All the men sat on the edge of their seats in alarm.

“Oh, it’s just my nephew,” I said out loud, looking at the name on the screen and feeling silly. Manfred was my nephew- the son of Princess Lyra. “Hey, Manny.”

“Hey, what’s up?” he said in his usually bored drawling voice. To me, he was the jokester and never took life seriously. We were close in age, and he was even older than me, so we were more like best friends. We weren’t exactly blood-related, but my brother was his blood uncle.

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