Page 6 of Wild Omegas
Right. His grandparents. His and mine were childhood best friends and while mineownedWild Skies, Luke’s grandparents worked here long enough that he sure as hell has as much claim to it now as I do.
“Howareyour grandparents?” I ask.
Luke smiles. “They’re good. They’re enjoying life.”
“Good.” I can’t help but smile too. “They were always so nice to me and my cousins. I always loved them for that.”
My family isn’t the most functional, but my grandparents did their best. And Luke’s grandparents welcomed me and mycousins on plenty of occasions. Then me and my cousins all left for New York and, it would seem, rarely visited again.
“I’ll have to visit them while I’m here.”
Luke nods and turns back to me. “I’m sure they’d love to see how you’re doing. I can take you sometime.”
“Or I can drive,” I say too quickly.
Luke’s brow creases again. “Sure, yeah. Didn’t mean to?—”
“I just meant that?—”
Luke raises his hand. “I don’t assume the friendship we had as kids still stands, that’s all.”
That cuts deep and I’m not sure why. It’s a legitimate thing to say. But coming from him, it stings and stings.
“No,” I say. “I just mean that I wouldn’t trouble you is all. But if you want to go see your grandparents with me who am I to say no? Of course you can drive us.”
Fuck. Why is this awkward? Why am I so awkward?
Luke reaches out slowly until his fingertips brush mine. I watch it happen. He watches too, as if he’s waiting for me to pull away. It makes me wonder if he had a childhood crush on me, too. But when you’re ten years old you know nothing.
Now, with his deep whisky and leather alpha scent, I am now certain about one thing: I am scent-matched to all three of these alphas.
I inch my hand closer. The small contact of our fingertips sends an electric shock through my body. A wave of butterflies settles into somersaults in my stomach. We hold the contact for a long moment that spans several heartbeats before Luke pulls away wordlessly.
Shit.I’m rude to Carson and now alienating Luke. What a great start to getting to know my new house-mates. To reconnecting—however accidentally—with my childhood friend and crush.
“Are...” No, I need to ask. No chickening out. “Are you all a pack? I can scent you all.”
Luke licks his lips and nods. “We are. And you’re…”
“An omega,” I supply as a weighted electricity slips into place between us. Like a fire ready to ignite with a single spark.
“A scent-matched one.”
“So it would seem.”
Luke nods again and chuckles lightly. “How about that.”
“A surprise around every corner.” I leave it at that, not sure what to say next. My ankle is now nice and cold from the ice and the painkillers should kick in soon. “I promise I didn’t mean to make quite so chaotic an entrance.”
“It’s okay.” Luke rises and gestures wide. “We need some excitement around here to keep us on our toes. Brooks is good with cars and other machinery. He can get a new muffler on there for you.”
My eyebrows raise. “Really?”
Luke nods. “Easy as pie. When you’re up to it we can give you a tour in one of the ATVs. I imagine not much has changed around here, but you never know.” He points upstairs. “We’ve been staying in the guest wing so we won’t be in your hair, but let us know if there’s anything at all you need.”
So theyareliving here. Part of me bristles at this. I was hoping for near total isolation while I unpacked and finally dealt with everything that’s happened. But even I can’t knock the idea of being surrounded by capable alphas while my fear of Damien finding me is so strong. Not that that’s fair to this alpha pack.
I won’t put them in the middle of this, which means they can never know why I’m really here. Even Luke.
