Page 5 of Omegas Need
“It wouldn’t help,” I argued, but I was tempted to help him up and take him home and do what I could for him.
Until a shiny black car slowed to a stop in front of us.
The window rolled down slowly, and my heart already felt like it was being crushed in a vice.
A man was in the driver’s seat. He was handsome with thick ashy blond hair, cut short the way businessmen often wore it. He was masculine, with a strong jaw and brow, and even sitting in the car, I could tell he was big. He was alpha in all ways.
Wren must have smelled him, because his head lifted, face turning eagerly toward the car.
He didn’t look at me as he stood and walked toward it.
Without so much as exchanging a word, the alpha reached back and opened the door for Wren to climb in and?—
I was on my feet.
“Wait!”
The alpha looked at me, his moody brown eyes fixed on mine, piercing me with their intensity. I so rarely spoke to alphas that my throat suddenly felt tight, my mouth dry.
He was waiting for me to say something, but I was just shifting from foot to foot, my heart thudding painfully against my chest, gaze flying to the back seat where Wren was watching me too, his blue eyes darkened from the arousal of his heat.
I didn’t want Wren to go.
Not without me.
We had never gone together before, and what use would it be to be next to him while someone else fucked him? But I stillcouldn’tlet him go without me.
And maybe those unspoken thoughts between us really did go both ways because his hand shot out, reaching for me.
I glanced at the alpha.
He looked surprised but shrugged.
“Get in,” he said.
Relief flooded me.
I couldn’t get into the car fast enough.
My hand caught Wren’s and he tugged me right up to his side, squishing us together in the back seat of this man’s car.
Despite what it meant, what I might see, I didn’t care. I wouldn’t get in the way. I would just… be there at his side.
Just as I should be.
Chapter Two
CHASE
The omegas huddledin the back of my car, clinging to each other.
The one in heat, a sweet-looking thing with strawberry blond hair and pale, freckled skin was clinging to the other one. He was delicate looking too, with olive skin and shiny black curls that hung into surprisingly bright green eyes.
When I glanced back at them in the mirror, the blond was kissing the other’s neck.
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but my gaze kept flicking back to them. The next time I looked, he’d taken his friends hand and was leading it down the front of his pants.
Those sharp green eyes caught mine in the mirror. He was blushing a deep pink but that didn’t stop him from doing what his friend wanted.
