Page 27 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“No need for you to apologize. Everything worked out in the end,” he says, a surprisingly genuine smile on his lips. “After theriots, a generous family who wanted to do good after everything went to shit adopted me.”
“So your brother, he’s adopted?”
“Yeah, technically he’s my adopted brother, but to me, he’s like an actual brother.”
“Of course, yeah, that makes sense.”
“I followed in my dad’s footsteps. My adopted dad, but I consider him to be my dad. I got my law degree and took over his law firm. So overall, I’d say things worked out for the better.”
“That’s—that’s a really good way of looking at things,” I say, softly. “I’m glad you’re in a good place now.”
“Yeah, me too.”
The vulnerabilityhe shows me puts stupid ideas in my head. Ideas like if we’d met in a different universe, a universe where I didn’t have to sell myself to feed my family, where he wasn’t from the Northside and I wasn’t from the Southside, where we’d just met normally, then maybe there could be something real between us.
He’s the kind of alpha I grew up dreaming about when I was a little girl: the kind of strong, confident, smart alpha who doesn’t need to dominate those weaker than him to know his worth.
I’ll get to see him again tomorrow. But tonight is the big fight night. Which means I also get to see Obsidian. We haven’t had a chance to talk all that much, considering he seems to only fight here on Fridays and Saturdays when I’m off working at Dom’s club.
Well, to be fair, we’ve talked more than I’ve talked to any other alpha other than Theo.
I find myself looking forward to our flirtatious banter in the locker rooms before his fights just as much as I do my nights with Theo.
It’s strange, finding two alphas at the same time who seem to respect and see the person I actually am behind just being a ring girl or a prostitute. Part of my brain keeps on whispering about how I shouldn’t let my guard down and that things will fall apart soon, like they normally do, but I’ve been shoving that voice down.
My attraction to Obsidian and Theo helps with that.
I knock on Obsidian’s locker room door.
“Come in,” he calls.
“Hey,” I say, a genuine smile on my lips as I walk into the room, my normal, practically nonexistent uniform on.
“Hey to you too, Wildflower,” he nods, his eyes drifting down my body.
“Wildflower?” I say, raising a brow expectantly at him.
“I mean, it’s not like Raine is your real name. I think Wildflower is more fitting.”
“Really? How?” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You’ve got this wild energy to you. Plus, you’re stunning.”
I roll my eyes a little before giving him a little spin, gesturing down at my body playfully.
“You know it. Here I am, blessing you before your fight.”
“I quite like this pre-fight ritual we’ve got going on,” he chuckles, tapping the bench beside him and gesturing for me to sit beside him.
“Me too,” I say, plopping myself down. “So, how have you been?”
His expression instantly sobers. It’s enough to have me sitting straight.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” he shakes his head. “I’ve just been… learning certain things. I know we normally keep things pretty light-hearted, but could I ask you some questions?”
“I mean, sure,” I say, leaning forward and looking up at him. “Can’t guarantee you’ll like the answers, though. Like if you asked for that cut of the prize money I got that first week, I’d say no.”
