Page 206 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
“Yeah,” she says, giving me a tired smile. “Thanks, Miller.”
“Anytime.” I promptly bolt from the room. Her scent is entirely too damn potent.
“What the hell is up with you?” Dylan Carver asks as I grab him by the shoulders, guiding him into the security office. He’s part of my security team and I need his assistance. The employees of the resort might not concede to my demands, but Carver is part of Nik and Oliver’s full-time security team just like I am, meaning he’s stuck with my crazy ass.
“There’s a new omega.” I shove him into his chair. “I need her file.”
“What the hell, man?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You’ve got a password for the system just like I do.”
“You know I’m not good with computers,” I grumble, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Get to it. Melody Webber.”
He knows my big ass hands make typing practically impossible. I can hunt and peck with the best of them, but he’s being purposely difficult.
“Wait, I know that name,” Carver says, spinning to face the computer. “Is she the one that came from North Carolina?”
“No, she’s from Texas.” Once the words are out, I vaguely remember her mentioning something about that. Unfortunately, my brain got stuck on how beautiful she is, and I guess I didn’t fully absorb everything she was saying, which makes me feel like an asshole.
“Right, but she did her intake at another location.” He types away on the keyboard. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is the same chick. I remember Nik talking about it. Connor Hastings reached out personally to see if we could find a spot for her.”
“Why?”
“It was a favor for his omega...” He frowns. “I think she may have had some past relationship with one of his pack and they needed her out of there. I don’t fucking know.”
I growl, and I’m not even sure why.
The thought of Melody with anyone else doesn’t sit well with me. It’s another ridiculous thought, and if my brain were functioning properly, I’d be able to recognize that.
“Ohhh,” Carver says, elongating the word to the point it’s obnoxious. “Gotcha, all right then. Let’s see what we can find.” He goes back to typing. When her picture pops up on the screen, he whistles low under his breath. “Damn, she’s smoking hot.”
I lean over his shoulder to get as close as possible. She is incredibly pretty, but I also love the sound of her voice and her smell does funny things to my chest. Her long blondish-brown hair hangs in waves around her shoulders in the picture. She’s on the slender side for an omega, but she’s not thin. She’s got an hourglass frame similar to most omegas, she just seems more athletic, or I have no idea.
She’s freaking beautiful, that’s about all my brain can seem to process.
“She’s twenty-six?” Carver asks. Apparently he’s been reading her information rather than staring at her like a total creeper.
I’m not sure why, but my eyes are continually drawn back to hers. The outer rim of her iris is dark blue, but the closer it gets to her pupil, the lighter the color gets until it’s a very bright light gray. I’m sure there are fancy color names to explain each shade, but all I know is they’re striking.
“That’s on the older side to just be entering the system,” Carver continues. “I guess it makes sense if she’s already been in a relationship. No bonds? That’s even more bizarre at her age. I mean look at her.”
I am, but I’m also starting to feel a little too much like I’m objectifying her.
“She doesn’t have a matched pack she’s here to meet,” I say mindlessly, finally taking a step back.
“No, but according to her last lab results, she’s going to have a heat within a week maximum.” He continues scrolling through her information. “You know it’s not an exact science.”
“Christ,” I grumble, swiping a hand over my face. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to another human being. “I’ve got to go. Thanks, Carver.”
“No problem,” he says, laughing and shaking his head. “Things are about to get interesting around here.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Nik asks as I toss open his brother’s office door and stomp inside.
I glance at the open doorway and back to my packmate.
“Sorry,” I mumble, carefully closing it before making my way to the desk.
“Right,” Nik chuckles, “what exactly has you all riled up?”
“Do you know someone by the name of Melody Webber?” I ask, putting myself down in the chair opposite his. “She’s an Exchange guest.”
