Page 52 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
By the time I’m dressed in a pair of leggings and a threadbare hoodie, it’s already 10:55AM.
The house is still quiet as I step out of the bathroom.
I peek into Daisy’s new room and see her, Eli, and Sav all still passed out.
“Goodbye, guys,” I whisper, not daring to step a foot back in that room.
I’m afraid if I go in there, I’m never going to want to leave.
I don’t turn back as I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder and head out the front door.
My breath billows out in front of my mouth in a cloud. It’s chilly this morning.
At least I’m not sleeping in that garage anymore. If anything, I was a bit warm, sleeping surrounded by all of my siblings last night.
My phone buzzes.
Killian
We’re here
Reyna
no you’re not
i’m waiting outside right now and I don’t see you anywhere
Silly
His one-word response pisses me off. I don’t know why, but it does. Something about him simultaneously scares the shit out of me and pisses me off.
A shiny Chevy Suburban with blacked-out windows pulls up into the cul-de-sac of the house, followed by a four-door sedan.
I expected a car like the Chevy Suburban for the pack.
I have no clue who the woman who steps out of the sedan is.
“Good morning,” a relatively tall beta woman with a slicked-back bun says as she steps out of her car.
Theo steps out of the passenger side door, his smoked cardamom scent swirling around me as he steps closer.
“Good morning, Reyna! Did you sleep well?”
I narrow my eyes at him. Why the hell does he seem so chipper? Does he expect me to get over the betrayal of learning where he’s from in less than 12 hours? I think not.
“Fine,” I grunt. I nod towards the woman, who’s walking towards us. “Who is she?”
“Hi, my name is Jess. I’m an officer at the Northside Police Department,” she says, extending her hand out for me to shake.
I take it, eyeing her up. She looks sweet enough.
“She’s here to help your family adjust to things. You wanted something like witness protection for your family, right?” Theo asks, his tone softening, as if he can see how spooked I am.
I can’t help it when part of me relaxes at his tone of voice.
Stop it.
Stupid brain. Don’t let that stupid-hot, stupid-nice, stupid-considerate alpha fool you.
