Page 47 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“Of course.”
I flash my family my best attempt at a reassuring smile as I climb into the van and take one of the last two available seats.
Theo takes a seat next to me, his thigh brushing against mine.
Killian starts the van up and I swallow hard. This is it. I take one last longing look at our small, old, run-down home and feel my chest squeeze. It didn’t matter how much the doors squeaked or how cold my garage room got: it’s the only home I’ve ever known.
Theo presses his thick thigh against mine and I blink up at him. He’s staring out the window, pretending to ignore my gaze.
“I’m fine,” I huff, even though the omega part of me is thrilled to have the kind, considerate attention of an alpha.
“I know,” Theo murmurs. “You strike me as someone who says they’re fine, even if you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
My jaw clenches. He’s right. Fuck his stupid lawyer attentiveness.
I stare out of the window, not really taking in anything I’m seeing. I’m so distracted, I don’t even realize when Killian pulls into the driveway of a cute house in a suburban neighborhood much fancier than anything I’m used to.
“We’re here,” Killian says.
We all pile out of the car and start grabbing our stuff from the back of the van. It’s not much, enough for all of us to bring it inside in one trip.
“Here are the keys. It’s fully furnished, but it’s rather small,” Killian says to me in the living room as Daisy and Eli start running around through the house, the rest of my family following slowly behind them, taking it all in.
“You call this small?” I say, letting out a soft huff of laughter, staring at the white walls and modern furniture that wasn’tthrown in the back of my dad’s old pickup from the side of the road, the keys he just handed me clenched in my fist.
“It is only 1,700 square feet,” he says.
“That’s almost double our house. Our... Our old house, I guess.”
“We’ll try to get you something better when we take a look at the market.”
“No.”
“No?” Killian asks me. His raised eyebrow of surprise only makes me feel cheap. I may have demanded my family gets a house in exchange for my cooperation, but I’m not that much of a gold digger where I’d ask for a mansion when this already feels like one in comparison to what we’re used to.
“You said this is one of your pack’s rental properties, right?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest, needing the extra layer of defense between us.
“Yes, this is one of our rentals.”
“Is it available for my family long term?”
“If you’d like it to be.”
“I do.” I hear Daisy and Eli’s laughter from further in the house and I feel my chest squeeze tight. I’m making the right decision. “I do,” I repeat softly.
Daisy runs into the living room, her socks sliding on the sleek wooden floors. She crashes into me, making me stumble backwards as I wrap my arms around her.
“What’s up, Daisy?” I laugh.
“Dad said I can get my own room, but there’re only four, so where’re you going to sleep, Rey?” She looks up at me with her big gray eyes and pouts.
I pat the top of her head and give her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m an adult, Daisy, I’m going to be staying somewhere else. This house is for you and the family.”
“But—but you are family!” She says, her bottom lip wobbling. “I don’t want my own room if that means you don’t get to live here!”
I close my eyes, feeling the sting of my own tears behind my lids as I crouch down and pull her into my arms.
“Shhh, it’ll be okay, Daisy. You’re a big girl.”
