Page 39 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

There is a good reason that I don’t date and as I drive 90 miles an hour down the highway at 3:16AM I’m once again reminded about how relationships equate to headaches.

But the current headache that I’m dealing with is all because of an omega brat.

A very pretty curvy little thing who doesn’t know how to be a good little omega.

Yet.

Pulling into her neighborhood, I’m already frustrated Cameron has been with her in her room. It was bad enough that Ant had gone to the gym with her but to be in her house? That was something that felt intimate. Him marking her with his hoodie also made me jealous. And I don’t do jealousy well.

Now seeing the sort of place she lives, the worry that I have about her walking around alone at this time of night skyrockets to a new level.

How did Cameron leave her here?

All our scents are mixed in the small space of the SUV. A mix of burnt nerves, smokey anger, and even a tint of excitement coming offin rich fumes from Ant, I’m sure. It’s hard to focus when everyone is feeling so much.

We can’t leave our omega here.

Now I’m thinking about the house and how we don’t have a nest for her or a place for an omega to feel at home in our very bachelor pad house. It’s not right to have her go without these things that are necessary for an Omega to be happy.

I do want Sadie to be happy.

Cameron should have mentioned where she lived so maybe we could have planned this better. He should have told us all before he went to her house what was going on so that we could work this out as a pack to be there for our omega.

Jace shakes his head, just enough beside me to get my attention. He knows that I want to snap at them all. Sometimes I forget that we’re not still in uniform and I’m not their sergeant. Yes, I’m his pack lead but I don’t like to use that. They all don’t report to me and we’re equals, friends now.

We’re pack.

In the army you pledge to protect your brothers in arms. It doesn’t stop when you leave the service. Those men and women have had my back in the worst times of life, moments where life and death feel like they’re kissing.

Jace, Anthony, and Cameron were all in my squad.

We served in three tours overseas together. We were there when Cameron was held as a POW. There when we got him out of a camp in the middle of the night on a covert mission. We served together and bonded, deciding when we were out that we were going to live together.

That we were going to be a pack.

It’s easier to live with people you know would die for you. That sort of love doesn’t come often and you don’t look at that and think anything but family.

And with family comes problems.

Which is why I’m white knuckling the steering wheel as I drive around on not enough sleep looking for a girl that the three knotheads have already decided is perfect for us.

Our omega.

Afuckingscent match.

And maybe they’re right because I was the first one in the car ready to go find our little omega princess who thought taking long walks in the black of night was a good idea.

She’d learn that the only thing you get from late night walks alone is a sore bottom.

I pulled over in front of her house, all of us wordlessly getting out as Cameron led us to her apartment, which of course she hadn’t bothered to lock, so we all walked into the tiny studio.

Tiny is a nice word to use in this case.

We had closets bigger than this and from the way her building scented it wasn’t an omega only safe building. There was no way, knowing that there could be other alphas around, that I was going to let her stay here.

Not a chance in hell.

With four of us in the apartment it felt even smaller. I could see Jace already thinking about how toget her out of this space permanently and where she would fit in our house.

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