Page 75 of Talk About… Secrets
Spencer was the first to break. He shook his head. “Honestly, no. I haven’t had a bad breakup or an ex that was crazy, or anything like this.”
“What about someone who worked for you?” I questioned. “Maybe someone who made up a delusion in their head.”
It wouldn’t be the first, or last time an omega lost her mind over a pack shedecidedwas hers, and wasn’t.
“No,” he admitted. “Hell, our closest assistant was a male omega, and he’s not the type to do this kind of thing.”
“No, these are all females,” I said. “Even if a male omega wanted to wear cute, lacy panties, they have a slightly different scent than females. Female omegas have that sugary sweetness. Males have something warmer, like a hint of spice underneath it all.”
My stomach rolled, and I rushed past them into the house, barely making it to the downstairs bathroom before unloading everything I’d eaten that day. It had been weeks since I’d had morning sickness, and I knew damn well this had nothing to do with the baby—andeverythingto do with that box.
Afterward, I washed up, swishing some mouthwash before stepping out to face the pack again.
There was no part of me that worried these men were cheating on me or seeing an omega behind my back. We spent almost every moment we could together. When they were in the shop, it was just their older assistant, and I knew for a fact she had nothing to do with this.
Plus, I would have recognized her scent in the mix. It was strong, and unique, an intense floral that wreaked havoc on my nose.
Beckett was pulling up just as I walked back outside, looking furious and concerned.
“Tell me, sweetheart, that you don’t think this is something we did,” he begged, those dark eyes studying me.
“I don’t,” I promised. “But I want itgone.”
“I’m more concerned about the fact that someone knows where we live,” he admitted.
Drew gestured to the truck. “Actually, I just got a business card today about a local security company. I was already thinking we should set something up, especially with the baby coming in a property this size. Now I’m definitelythinking we do.”
“We’ll handle the fire pit. You guys handle that,” Cade told him, snatching up the box and walking around the building instead of through it, which I was thankful for.
“Grab the matches, muse. You can light this bitch as soon as I get it doused.”
He didn’t even bother unloading the box, just dropped the whole thing, panties and all, straight into the fire pit before soaking it with lighter fluid.
I struck the match, the scent of sulfur filling the air before I tossed it in. With awhooshof flame, the fire engulfed the panties. I backed up far enough to avoid the smell of burning fabric and omega scents being eradicated.
There was a strange sense of satisfaction that rang through me at the sight. I pulled out my phone and stepped close enough to take a picture, happy that it showed some of the lace. It was obvious what we were burning.
“Would it be petty to post this on my page and say, ‘Thanks for the bonfire material’?” I asked.
Cade and Spencer cackled.
“Oh, now I need you to do it,” Spencer said.
I pulled up the picture on my PackVlog page before typing in the caption:I don’t know who sent their panties in a box to my pack, but thanks for the bonfire material.Then I posted it.
There was absolutely no regret.
The fire didn’t take long to die down, the thin lace and fabric devoured easily by the flames. When nothing but ash was left behind, I turned to the betas.
My omega needed to erase this. Now.
“While the alphas are handling security, I’m going to need you to take me upstairs, shower off all these scents, and then you two are going to fuck me senseless just to remind me that I’m the only one that will ever have this pack.”
“Oh, our pleasure, muse,” Cade said as Spencer swept me up into his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder and ran upstairs with me before the alphas could even figure out what was happening.
We had our clothes tossed aside before we reached the shower. Thank fuck the firehouse showers were big, the locker room style showers had yet to be renovated so we simply turned on a few of the shower heads to steaming hot before letting it wash over us.
Spencer moved first, running his soapy hands over my skin as a soft look took over his face.
