Page 21 of The Knotty Omega

He pulls a face. “Happily bonded.”

“Which is why I say,” I wave my hand with a flourish, “continue.”

“My omega asked me if I could give you her number. She wrote it on a little piece of paper and slipped it into my jacket earlier. I can totally just give it back to her, but she wanted to meet you. Talk about books, games…answer any pack questions…if you have any.”

That’s so sweet. None of my omega friends I have are bonded with a pack.

“Does she…work?” I try to ask coyly. I have no issue with omegas not working if they don’t want to, it should just be their choice.

“She’s a freelance artist.” He nods. “She mostly takes commissions acquired by her assistant since she has pretty bad social anxiety with anyone who isn’t an omega or pack.”

There’s a myth floating around that omegas can’t be friends once they pack up because of weird territorial urges. I may not have any close friends who are packed up, but I’ve met plenty of interactions with bonded packs throughout my life and I’ve never experienced that.

Part of me thinks it’s all part of the ploy to evenly distribute omegas to packs.

“That’s so cool!” I smile. “I was about to invite my friend Hannah over to vent about Pack Dickface. Would she want to come?”

Any girl who tears through monster smut that fast is good in my book.

“You should text her and find out.” Brennan grins at me.

Less than ten seconds later, Brennan’s phone goes off and he chuckles, shaking his head. “You ladies sure work quick. I’ll bring Wren over after we drop off the OMS SUV."

I can see Michael's lips purse tightly in the rear-view mirror. He hasn’t made any mention of a pack…in fact, he’s hardly spoken at all. I wonder if he’s annoyed that we’re talking personal business right now.

Whatever. It’s not like Brennan stalked me to get close to me. He gave me the phone number of hisomegainstead of just giving her mine, and gave me a choice on whether or not I want to reach out.

Brennan is a good alpha.

CHAPTER TEN

An hour later, Hannah is at my door. “Knock, knock, bitch!” she calls out, her knock muffled. I open the door to see her carrying three huge bags of chinese food and a bottle of wine.

“Did you order the whole menu?” I choke on a laugh as I let her in. She shuffles past me, her pink hair in a messy bun, leopard print sweatpants slung low on her hips, black tank top tucked in and black cardigan falling off one shoulder.

Reggie is hiding under my bed somewhere, like he always does whenever my loud friend Hannah comes over.

“I don’t know what our new friend likes, and I wanted to be safe.” She shrugs, plopping the bags on my coffee table. “I’m nothing if not considerate.” Hannah smirks.

“And a pain in my ass,” I mutter, and squeal when she picks up a pillow from the couch and pelts it at me.

A knock on my door has me straightening my own oversized shirt and leggings. My face is now free of makeup and my hair is in two dutch braids.

Opening my apartment door, I can’t suppress my smile when I spot the omega in front of me.

She’s fucking adorable.

I had texted her to let her know the dress code was “omega comfort-casual” and she sure as hell delivered. Her black hair is in two space-buns on top of her head, and she’s wearing a koala onesie. Freckles smatter her cheeks, and her amber eyes light up when she sees me.

“You must be Cady! I’m Wren. Can I hug you?”

“Songbird…” Brennan appears behind her, now in jeans and a t-shirt. “You don’t know if—”

“It’s fine,” I shoot him a smile. “Actually, yes, I would love a hug. I’m a little touch-starved.”

Brennan can’t even answer before Wren has me wrapped in a tight, cozy hug. Her apple cinnamon scent makes me feel all fuzzy inside, and I find myself closing my eyes and wallowing in her comfort. She’s probably an inch or two shorter than me, but damn, is she strong. She could probably hang off one of her guys like the koala she’s dressed as.

“You should have said something if you needed a hug. I wouldn’t have pelted that pillow at you.” Hannah’s voice has me opening my eyes and gently pulling back.

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