Page 131 of Slick Handling

Turning onto campus, I head to the library. I know they have quiet areas that are restricted to Omega’s only. It gives people a safe space to have a moment to themselves.

Oh beans and biscuits.

I need several hours of quiet moments.

My whole life has been filled with solitude. Now, I feel like this is the first time I’ve been alone in a long time.

The door groans slightly as I slip inside. No one seems to have thought to be at the library on a pretty Autumn Sunday mid-morning.

The librarian looks up, smiles at me, before going back to look at her computer without another glance.

The lights are low as I head in the back, ducking through the stacks of materials and headed towards where they have these soft beanbags. I have only been here once and hadn’t really had time to come back and appreciate the space.

Dropping onto the soft peach colored chair, I let out a soft huff before closing my eyes and covering my eyes. I want darkness and calm.

They wanted a pack meeting. I thought that I was their Omega. Had last night meant nothing to them? Had they all played me? Had I given up something to men who didn’t care about me?

No.

Griffin had tried to cheer me up this morning. McKinley had held me in his arms like I mattered.

Apollo had said there was a pack meeting and excluded me.

I whine, rolling over onto my side. My face is buried in the beanbag chair. Thankful that they made sure to clean and deodorize these often. I think if I had to smell other people right now it would give me a headache.

I’m so stressed out that my nose is picking up everything. Over sensitive from the volatile emotions ebbing through me. I groan at the scent of lilacs burning my nose.

The scent makes my stomach turn as I try to curl deeper into a ball.

“Aren’t I lucky? Finding a Clover all alone.”

My stomach knots up at the sound of the female voice. I hadn’t been imagining that scent in my state of panic. No, it was from Jennifer from Pack Weaver.

Our eyes met and she tilts her head smiling at me in a way that is anything but friendly.

“Well, it seems that your pack made a dire mistake losing sight of you. Good for me though. Bryce is going to be very excited about finding you after losing his other toy. Now, be a darling and get up. The Alpha’s are already on their way here.” She sneers it at me, my stomach dropping at her words.

What have I done? What mess have I gotten into now?

Jennifer steps close to me and sniffs. Her mouth turning into a sneer as she looks down a me.

“Oh, you stupid bitch! You slept with them? You’ve ruined it now. Bryce is not going to like that at all. He wanted you pure. Now you’re just like any other Omega!”

Gross.

I hate that she called me that word. It’s terrible to use. Her comment about me sleeping with McKinley hits its target. I feel her words like they’re coming from my Grammy.

The way that my worth was held in my purity. When I had presented as an Omega, everyone kept saying how I was going to be unclean now. Sex was such a negative topic and now it was being highlighted in that negative light again.

“Get the fuck up.” Her hand reaches for my hair, yanking at me and making me groan in pain from the way she’s gripping me.

“Let her go!” The Alpha bark makes me whimper.

It’s Orion, glaring at me with his slate colored eyes. He sneers when Jennifer looks at him, bending down beside me and pushing my hair away from my face.

His family is just as well off as Bryce’s. That old money running through their connections. Which is probably how they keep avoiding trouble.

I mean he’s named after this town which his family founded. They did have a slight fall from grace which may be why they’re Pack Weaver.

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