Page 92 of The Beta: Part Three
“I don’t know how it’s possible. It shouldn’t be possible. There’s no way, right? I mean, how could there be?” I reach up to rub Devon’s mark and when I bring my hand down to look at it, there’s the thinnest smear of blood on my fingers. “Did you taste blood when you bit me, Jasper?”
His brows come together. “A little, I think. Are you hurt? I wouldn’t think that would hurt you, considering.”
“No, I’m not hurt. But,” I take a breath and look back and forth between him and Corso, “omegas can’t mark people. Not even mated omegas. It’s impossible.”
“Then why are you so worked up about it? Even I can feel how hard you’re thinking.” Jasper says. “Omegas can’t leave marks. If they could, I’d have marked you months ago.”
Corso’s mouth turns up in a tiny smile. “You can feel how hard Talia is thinking? Really feel it, or you’re just feeling how it makes you feel? Because those are two different things.”
“I know the difference between my feelings and hers, Corso.” He’s full of snark and confidence until he realizes what he just said. Then he’s grabbing my shoulders and staring into my face with wide eyes. “This isn’t possible.”
I nod slowly, but I’m smiling.
Corso laughs. “Elizabet is going to have a field day with this.”
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"You? Jasper.Youare getting a tattoo?"
He sniffs and raises his chin. "Why not? They're all getting it. I want it, too."
I reach over and tug his earlobe. "I'm not saying I don't want you to, or that you can't. I just didn't think you'd want to. I didn't think Corso would either to be honest."
Reid has drawn up a tattoo design for our pack based on the one Devon and the rest already have. Omegas typically don't get the tattoos for whatever reason, and only a portion of betas get them. When I was a beta, I never felt inclined to want to get a pack tattoo; and now that I'm an omega I definitely don't feel the need for one. I couldn't begin to explain the thought process, only that I just don't feel the need to get one. I think it's probably because I carry seven bond marks and it would be unnecessary for me to get a tattoo showing pack unification; but who knows. Maybe it's one of those odd omega things.
Jasper's situation is unique, though. He is an omega who carries five bond marks of his own; but he is also a member of our pack without being an omega to them all and he wants the same mark as the rest of them. He can get whatever tattoo he wants, so long as he's absolutely sure he wants it.
"Yeah," he says, "I didn't think Corso seemed like the type to want a tattoo, but it's going to look good on him."
It's going to look fucking hot. Reid took the butterfly and drew it so that it looks like it's resting on a daisy. That's what our pack tattoo is going to be, a butterfly fanning its wings on the head of a daisy. It's beautiful and I love it. It's going to be gorgeous with all the other flowers Trent has, and the pretty wings and yellow center of the flower is going to be a nice contrast to the black ink Alex has on his arm. Nathan, Devon, and Kaleb will all just have the daisy added to the butterfly on their necks. Since Alex's is going on his shoulder, Corso's and Reid's will be on their shoulders as well. "Where are you going to have yours placed, princess?"
He thinks for a minute and then turns over his arm and touches the underside, just below his elbow. "There. I'll be able to look at it when I want to." That's actually perfect. It's going to look amazing when he turns up the sleeves of his dress shirts. "How long do you think we have before they wake up?"
They, being the babies. They're almost five months old now, starting to sit up and beginning to really interact with the world around them. That world doesn't know about the girls, yet. Only Dutch, and he seems to be very satisfied with his position as the public star of our family; not that we go out in public very much. There is no denying which alpha is his father as he is the spitting image of Trent. After everything that's happened to and in relation to us, I don't want the alphas or me and Jasper off the property, much less our dramatic little prince or his secret assassin sisters. They're going to be so much trouble when they're older.
"Long enough. Was there something you wanted to do?" I smirk and drag my eyes up and down his body.
"Well, I was thinking about putting you between me and Devon."
Interesting choice of words, considering that's exactly where I didn't want to be when I first met him. Now I can't imagine not wanting to be between them. "Is he in the garage?" He's always in the garage.
"Yep. In the brown coveralls. Without a shirt. And he's all smudged with oil."
My favorite. "Does he know we're coming?"
Jasper shakes his head, and I grin. "Think he'll run for us?"
"He will if he wants a sandwich."
Devon is wiping his hands with a cloth when we walk into the garage.
“You’ve been working all morning, Devon. Would you like a sandwich?” Jasper asks.
Devon throws down the cloth. “Yeah, I could go for a sandwich. I’m starving.”
Jasper looks at me, I smirk at him, and Devon’s eyebrows knit together. Then we turn devious, predatory gazes on our poor, confused alpha and give the same order.
“Run.”
