Page 9 of Dream Girl
It’s going to be okay.
How I hoped that was true. Or that I at least rememberedsomethinguseful. Soon.
Chapter Four
Evan
Beat with a stand mixer until stiff peaks appear.I frowned at the recipe Wes’ sister had sent me. Not only was I a terrible cook, but I had no idea what a stand mixer was. Could I just mix it with a spoon? We probably had one of those handheld mixers somewhere…
“What are you doing, Love?” One of my alphas, Brennan, came up behind me, the scent of pine trees enveloping me right before his muscular arms wrapped around my waist.
“Hi, Handsome. Just failing to make Wes a cake. Proving, yet again, that I’m a shit omega.” I grinned. The stereotypical omega was a soft, tiny female that loved to cook and craft and stay home. I was a big dude, held down a job, and couldn’t cook worth a damn.
Brennan trailed kisses down my neck. “You’re kidding, right? Otherwise, I’m going to have to punish you for talking badly about yourself again.”
“I’m kidding.” I hummed as I felt his cock press into my backside. For a while, I’d lived in fear that some perfect little omega would steal my alphas from me. But it wasn’t like that anymore.
“Why are you making a cake, it’s not his birthday yet?” The kisses intensified, as Brennan focused on his bond mark at the base of my neck, making me shiver.
Brennan was the tallest in the pack–even taller than me. He was muscular and fit, but not broad. His black hair was neatly trimmed, pale face cleanly shaved, and those blue eyes always made me swoon.
“Wes has been having a bad day. I thought it would be nice to make his favorite. But, considering I have no idea what I’m doing, I might just cheer him up some other way instead.” I squirmed as Brennan’s hands roamed, threatening to distract me from my task. My cell phone on the counter rang.
“Leave it,” Brennan breathed in my ear, pressing harder into me.
I glanced over. “I’m on call, and it’s the Center. Which means I’ve got to take it. I’m sorry.” Pushing down the desire to let him take me to bed, I grabbed it. “This is Evan.”
“Hey, Evan, it’s Claire, I need an advocate,” she said.
I switched into work mode. “I’ll be right there, what do we have?”
“Sixteen-year-old omega that’s just awakened. Mom’s insistent she gets matched immediately even though she isn’t of age–or anywhere near her first heat. She won’t listen to the doctors. The girl’s agreeing with her mom, but I’m not sure that I believe her. We’re a little overwhelmed here today, so I need you to come in and do your thing,” Claire said.
Matching a newly awakened sixteen-year-old? Yeah, not in this century.
“I’ll be right there.” I gave Brennan an apologetic kiss and straightened his tie. “It’s the usual. I’ll be back. You look handsome.”
Brennan sighed. “If you weren’t doing something important, I’d order you to stay home so I could take this suit off and miss my dinner.”
“Sure, you would.” I washed my hands and shoved my phone in my pocket, giving him a wink.
My guys respected me. They also understood my work. While there were plenty of laws to protect omegas, someone had to speak up for the ones too afraid, young, or naïve to do it themselves.
“Don’t you have a party to attend with your parents tonight?” I added, given he was in a tux, feet bare.
He went to a lot of fancy events with his family. Often, Jett or I went with him. One thing about Brennan was that he looked good in everything.
Or nothing.
“Unfortunately. I can take you on my way there?” Brennan offered. “I know you can fend for yourself, but my Alpha instincts hate that you go off alone so much.”
Alphas had a thing about protecting people–especially their mates. However, unlike most omegas, I was alpha-sized and ex-military. I could take care of myself. But I understood their worry, and it made me feel loved, not suffocated.
“I’d like a ride. Thank you.” I started to clean up. “If Jett wants to stop by the Center after his shift with a caffeinated beverage and a ride home, I wouldn’t mind.”
Jett, being a beta and a police officer, could go places at the Center that Brennan couldn’t. I had a feeling I was going to need a pick-me-up after this case.
Traffic made it take longer than usual to get to Midtown. The entire Center was surrounded by a large fence with a guard gate. We primarily used delta security. Deltas were one of the rarer designations but made for great protectors since they were physically strong enough to stand up to alphas and weren’t going to be swayed by their bark, their alpha compulsion.
