Page 33 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
"Indulge Connor," he says, brushing my hair away from my face. "Stay for a bit and get to know a few of the unbonded packs. If you're a good girl, I'll take you for dessert after this and make sure you visit the cocoa bar tomorrow night."
A shiver runs down my damn spine. I'm nodding my agreement before I can stop myself. "Fine, but you better not rat me out to Murphy. I'm sure he'll have something to say about dessert."
Luke laughs. "I'll do my best, but he's got access to the cameras. Your addiction to sweets is the worst-kept secret in the place."
Fear floods my system. Little does he know I have a much bigger secret than my love of dessert.
"No one cared what I ate before I came here," I say, blowing out a breath and aiming for the alcohol.
Luke chuckles, shaking his head. That short, scruffy beard combined with his dimples?
God, I bet women's panties spontaneously combust before they can melt right off at that look on his stupidly handsome face.
I swat a hand through the air and aim for the drink table.
I'm definitely going to need it.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
"How do you feel about children?" Everly asks.
The men at the table all share a look. "Yeah, of course we're down for kids," the blond guy says.
Evie lights up.
"One day."
Her face falls.
"We're all about practicing in the meantime, though," the douche in the suit says.
"Is your biological clock ticking?" the blond asks.
My hands fist at my sides. I'm about to knock his ass out.What the fuck kind of question is that?Sure, Everly is on the older side to be unbonded, but she's nowhere close to needing to worry about having children soon.What a fucking dick.
Evie shrugs. "I definitely want kids, lots of them." She takes a drink of her wine. "The sooner the better."
The guys share a look. Their condescending laughs fill the air.
I can't decide if she's the world's worst conversationalist or she's purposely nose-diving every introduction.
"Would you be open to sperm donation?" Evie asks, her eyes darting around the table.
All three of the men stare dumbfounded.
"I mean, if courting didn't work out," Evie swallows thickly. "Is that something you might be open to?"
Um, what the fuck?
It's clear the fact she was rejected before fucked her up. But she's got to know how it goes. None of these dickheads know that. Meaning she's either purposely killing their first impression or… I don't even know.
Why is she so worried about kids?
"Omegas have less than a three percent chance of being impregnated from artificial insemination," Evie goes on in a shaky tone. Her eyes bounce around between the men. "Did you know that? They think it's something in omega biology and alpha pheromones…"
She rambles a bit more about conception rates in omegas.
