Page 37 of Cats and Dogs

Chapter 19

Omega

Jason was also a hottie. A little taller than Hunter, and definitely bulkier, he was up there with Rye on the list of frightening, overbearing Alpha males.

When Christine had arrived at the cabin with Rye and Coveney, they found everyone talking. There was a slight smell of blood in the air, but it wasn’t Jas’ or Hunter’s, and no sign of a fight alerted them, so they approached tentatively.

Hunter was telling his brother that Lola was the daughter of their late sister, and apparently, Jason was fucking pissed about the whole thing.

“He didn’t know?” asked Rye, frowning.

“Nope, he didn’t,” Jas answered.

She was perched on a broken chair, seemingly amused by the whole thing.

Christine couldn’t say the same.

Jason was starting to shift, without consciously choosing to. Having a pissed off shifter in his animal form was never a good idea; but an enemy wolf, in their territory? Hell no. Christine wouldn’t stand for that, especially since the object of his anger was her precious little Lola bear.

She took a step closer to him. Rye immediately moved to pull her behind her, but she glared at him.

“Christine?” It was Hunter this time. She ignored him, too, approaching Jason, who looked at her like she was a worm he’d just stepped on.

Her hand went to his arm, slowly.

It’s okay. Calm down.

Jason’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck is this? What are you doing to me?”

She retracted her hand, but Jason reached out, holding her wrist.

“Don’t stop. You’re settling the wolf. Just tell me what you’re doing. Are you a witch?” he sniffed. “I smell cat.”

“Cheetah, thank you very much,” she replied. “And a cheetah that definitely wants to claw you for making her worry about her family, by the way.”

The wolf was frowning.

He stepped away; his eyes had gone back to their human form.

“What was that? I need to learn that trick.”

She shrugged. “Ace thinks it’s submissive vibes.”

She expected him to recoil, maybe curse her out. That was what Vergas were all about, after all. Instead, he nodded. “You’re an Omega. I read about them.”

“Omega?” she repeated.

The wolf shrugged. “Submissives who can take Alphas. Control them, if they’re weak enough. Didn’t you take shifter history at school?”

She hadn’t. Most people didn’t, it was one of the most boring electives anyone could opt for, full of dates and complicated names.

“Anyway, why the fuck would Dad hunt our fucking niece? It makes no sense. Does he even know—”

“Jason, he fucking knew. And there’s more. He was the one who raided Gwen’s home. He shot her, she told me herself. He might have aimed for her mate but it was Gwen who took the bullet. She died in my arms.”

The wolf wasn’t pissed anymore; he was distraught, feeling desperate and lost.

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