Page 61 of One Way Out

“Of course.” I lean over, giving her a quick kiss. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

“Okay,” she whispers, licking her lips.

It takes everything in me to force myself out of the room, but I still put one foot in front of the other. It’s time to put up or shut up when it comes to being part of a pack.

When I turn back to give Saylor a quick wave goodbye, Omen is violently rubbing a pillow under his armpit.

Life with an omega is strange.

I snort, head out into the hallway, and pull the door closed behind me.

Shaw pops out of the bathroom just a few doors down. His eyes meet mine, and his entire demeanor betrays his anger. Or possibly, that look is frustration over feeling left out.

I don’t know the man well enough to guess which it is, but if he would stop being stubborn, Saylor would let him bite her at any time. I can also appreciate that he wanted to make amends before taking that step, but the little omega is not quite as patient.

He pivots and heads my way, but I meet him in the middle, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You good? Need to punch something?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Need to punchsomeone? Get it out now if you need to.”

His head tilts, and a lazy smile crosses his face as his head shakes. “Jesus Christ, I swear you and Ridge are long-lost brothers or something. It’s weird as shit how much you remind me of him.”

I laugh.

With my family tree?

Anything is possible.

I never knew my mother, outside of pictures and vague recounted memories that came from Aunt Clara. She had no information on who my father might be, and I’ve always known I could have an entire brood of brothers and sisters out there somewhere.

“I’m good,” Shaw says, drawing me out of my thoughts.

“You sure?”

“I’m not going to start shit.” He shrugs. “It’s my own damn fault. I should have bitten her that night in the facility when she wouldn’t stop begging. And at the same time, I’m grateful I didn’t because it allowed everything to work out the way it did.” He laughs. “Damn, can you tell I’m a Scorpio?”

I barely know what that means, but someone barrels out of the bedroom behind me, and I twist to see what’s happening.

“I’m trying to get away quickly before she tackles me. She’s quite heartbroken that she can’t have all four of us at once,” Omen says, bumping my shoulder on his way by. He stops next to Shaw, giving him a cheeky smile. “I told her that was probably something we should work up to. Better hurry, mate. You don’t want to be left behind again.”

How is he both the most antagonistic person I know and the one who manages to defuse the tension any time attitudes get to be too much?

ChapterTwenty

Saylor

Having Valor’s, Omen’s, and Leo’s scents all mixing together in the bed makes my senses hum in approval. Once we get back to the US, I’m going to set up the softest, most luscious nest any omega has ever seen. Then I’m going to fill it with my guys, and we’re never going to leave again.

Okay, maybe that’s a little extreme.

It’s not like I’m going to chain them to the walls… Although, that would be an excellent way to ensure they’re safe.

Leo’s comfort hits me in the bond. He pulls back the blanket and scoots close to my front. He’s shirtless, and the urge to bury my nose in his chest is strong, but I also enjoy being able to study his handsome face. “Are you getting that?”

I nod. “Yeah, I think so. It’s very comforting.”

“Good,” he murmurs, wrapping a huge hand around the back of my head. His fingers thread through my wet hair, and he tugs me closer until our noses brush. “Ridge is going to grab heat supplies, like ice packs and a thermometer, but in the meantime, how are you feeling?”

I smile.

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