Page 22 of The Knotty Omega
“Thank you, Wren. I needed that. This is Hannah, my best friend.”
Wren turns towards Hannah, her eyes wide. “I love your hair! I’ve always wanted to do something fun with my hair color like that.”
Hannah flashes her a grin. “Thank you! I’m a hairdresser, so I can definitely do something like that for you at some point.”
Her mouth gapes open. “No shit! For real?”
Hearing cursing coming out of this cute omega’s mouth has me giggling.
“Don’t be fooled, she has the mouth of a sailor.” Brennan chimes in from behind her.
She shoots him a glare, but there’s no heat behind it. “Boo-Bear, didn’t you say you were going to wait outside?”
“Cady, if it’s okay with you, I figured I’d play bodyguard a little longer and stand outside the door while you ladies have your girl time.”
“Oh, are you sure you don’t want to come in? It won’t be comfortable outside—”
“We brought a beanbag,” Wren says, looping her arm through mine and walking me to the couch. “He’s under strict instructions to finish ‘Gangbanged by the Gargoyles’, and tell me the actual feasibility of a scene in chapter thirty two.”
Brennan flushes pink as he flashes me the book in his hand with a grim smile.
“Okay, well…let us know if you need anything!” I call out after him as he shuts the door to my apartment.
“Holy shit, did you guys buy out the entire restaurant?” Wren gapes at the sheer amount of food on the coffee table.
Hannah and I burst into giggles, and I go to the kitchen to pull out some paper plates.
***
Ten minutes later, the three of us are sitting cross-legged around my coffee table, our plates piled high with sweet and sour chicken, egg fried rice, and veggie spring rolls. Wren took Brennan a plate a minute ago, and now I’m going through a play-by-play of the worst date I’ve ever had.
“He actually fucking snarled at you?” Wren asks incredulously.
“Yeah, and he was acting like he already had a claim to me because I’m apparently so old.” I roll my eyes, stuffing a spoonful of rice into my mouth.
“Fucker,” Hannah mutters, stabbing a piece of chicken with a fork.
“I’m just lucky Brennan was there. If I had met this pack out in the wild…” A shiver runs through me at the memory of how the blond asshole grabbed my arm. “They don’t seem to be the kind of people to take no for an answer.”
“Oh, I know the type.” Wren huffs. “I was with a pack before I met my mates. Not by choice, but they were exactly like Pack Dickface. Brennan is actually the one who got me out.” She looks at the door of my apartment wistfully, no doubt thinking about the alpha on the other side. “Well, I did stab one of them first. I…don’t like to talk about it, really. It was some pretty dark times. I’m just glad that you have the option to pick the pack you want instead of being sold off to the highest bidder.”
Hannah looks stricken. “I...that’s…that’s illegal.”
Wren shrugs with a wry smile. “Mafia families don’t really care about what’s illegal.”
Oh shit.
“Are you…are you still in danger?” I ask, my eyes wide.
“Oh no,” Wren chuckles. “Jonah, one of my other alphas, has a pile of incriminating evidence against my family that will get sent to the government the moment they make a move against me.”
“And your first pack?” I bite my lip nervously.
“In jail. They were rich, but not rich enough to be able to erase the fact that they filmed all their crimes against me and other omegas. Those files found their way into a judge’s email…mysteriously.”
She winks at us and holy shit is this girl badass. How can someone be adorable and fucking cool at the same time?
“Anyway. Enough about my tragic past,” Wren says, taking a sip of the wine Hannah brought over. “What now, Cady? You have another pack to meet tomorrow?”
