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That’s my thinking, but I also don’t have fan-girl stalkers or women sending me their underwear in the mail.
It’s kind of surreal.
I live with the guy.
He’s not all that special.
Sure, he threw a football for a few years, but he also eats cheese dip and salsa on nacho flavored corn chips directly out of the bag and then puts the jar back in the refrigerator like nothing happened.
He’s not really a catch.
Nik’s light eyes stand out in stark contrast to his dark olive complexion as they narrow, like he knows I’m thinking about his bad habits.
“What’s the game plan for tonight?” Maxim Miller asks, tossing himself down on one of the club chairs. Our other packmate frowns, wiggling his ass a little like if he only tries hard enough, he can instantly form the same butt groove he’s got on the couch back home.
Miller looks like a fucking giant in comparison to the minimalist furniture. His dark brown curls bounce as he continues trying to get comfortable. He finally gives up, scratching at his short brown beard.
This place sucks.
“What is the plan?” My eyes cut to our illustrious apex alpha, but Nik flips me off with both hands.
I snort.
“Listen, I know neither of you are particularly happy to be here, but it is what it is. Nathan deserves a break. He’s been running this place for ten years.” Nik sighs, stretching out across the hideous couch.
It really is ugly. None of the furniture is soft or especially plush. No wonder Nathan and his pack bought a house elsewhere on the island. I can’t imagine an omega ever finding this place comfy.
“It’s fine,” I say, giving him a tight smile. I know I’m the problematic one.
Miller and Carver can adapt to anything. I think it’s due to their military backgrounds. Me? Not so much.
“Where is Carver?” I ask, looking around like he’s about to pop out from behind the super uncomfortable chaise lounge.
“Last I saw he was flirting with the married receptionist,” Nik says, shaking his head. “Nathan is going to hate me by the time he gets back.”
“He should have left his administrative assistant in charge.” I push my glasses up. “What? Don’t pretend like any of us have a clue how to run this place.”
“It’s a well-oiled machine,” Nik says, shrugging. “That’s what Nathan said. We should have zero problems as long as Carver keeps his dick in his pants.”
Miller gives me a look that screams how unlikely that is.
Dylan Carver isn’t a bad guy. He’s not technically part of our pack. It’s not unheard of for betas to join packs these days, but we don’t have an omega so there’s technically no pack for him to join.
Carver is like our questionable security guy who joined the team andnever left.
I guess he’s a friend,maybe. He’s more of a pain in the ass than anything, but whatever.
“Okay,” Nik says, staring at his phone. “Basically I need you and Carver working security shifts because we’re short-staffed.”
“Carver I can understand, but can Miller work security with omegas? What if he finds our match?” I ask, glancing between my packmates. Miller is on his phone now too.
“You’d be hard pressed to find a security team at one of the franchises that isn’t filled with alphas. It’s nearly impossible to stack the entire team with betas.” Nik chuckles. “If Millerof all peoplefinds our omega running security, then we’ll all say a prayer and thank the universe for blessing us this day. Agreed?”
I laugh. That is extremely unlikely. “Agreed.”
Chapter Three
Melody
