Page 293 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
It’s clear how much he loves his parents.
“My moms will buy them all and make a book club.” I chuckle. “Have I mentioned how grateful I am that you came to The Exchange?” I brush my lips over hers. “Because I am really fucking happy to have you.”
“Me too,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. “But this whole theme of having to pee every two seconds has continued.” She rubs at her abdomen. “And I think I better start searching.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Carver says. “I scoped it out as soon as we came inside.”
Melody’s appetite has finally returned after the few weeks of hell she experienced. She leans in close to my side, eating like a champ. It makes me grin like I ate one too many pot brownies.
When her eyes meet Carver’s across the table, I already know what’s coming.
“Again?” He chuckles. “Come on, we already know the way.”
I stand and pull out Mel’s chair so she can easily slide by me.
Once they’re gone, Levy Evans leans over. “I think your security guy is banging your omega.” He gives me a very serious look.
“He most definitely is.” I snort. “Somehow the darling little omega claimed him for her pack.”
“Gotcha.” Levy nods his blocky head. “She’s pretty. You should probably claim her soon.”
I give him a dubious look. “Because I’ve clearly not thought of that.”
“I’m just saying.” He shrugs a giant shoulder. “She’s got the same sweet smell that Valerie had during both her pregnancies. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” I say, laughing.
I know he’s coming from a good place, but fuck does it reinforce all of my insecurities.
The remainder of the evening passes easily enough.
Melody and I dance several songs, but things turn questionable when I notice one of the guests flirting with Carver. He leans against the wall with one leg crossed over the other, but his eyes are on us.
My initial reaction is to head over and slam my fist into his face for being so goddamn disrespectful.
However, I quickly notice his posture is closed off, and he even has his arms crossed over his chest. Melody lets out a soft gasp when she spots the tall blonde leaning into Carver’s personal space.
“You should likely make it clear he’s claimed,” I murmur close to her ear.
“I’m not going to make a scene at a charity event.”
“There’s no need for a scene,” I assure her. “Simply head over and see what happens.”
“Will you come?” She looks at me over her shoulder.
“With you, gorgeous? Any time.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Melody
Clawing out some poor woman’s eyes for talking to my beta would be highly uncalled for, right?
I know my impulses are firmly in control as I stomp toward Carver and the beautiful woman, who obviously doesn’t smell me all over him. Which should be impossible since I did a very good job of marking his cheek after my last bathroom break.
Nik’s hands are heavy on my hips as I aim for the wall.
Carver’s ridiculously handsome face gets practically giddy as I approach. I have the irrational urge to bite the hell out of him, even though I know it won’t form a bond. Maybe I could talk him into getting my teeth print tattooed on his neck? He’s covered in tatts. What could one more hurt?
