Page 18 of Carmichael's Omega

"They have some sweet pussy over there," Mason smirks. "Too bad Adriana is coming, too. You could have something fresh, otherwise."

Adriana and I aren't dating, even though that seems to be what the frat boys want to believe. And, there's no female fresher than Cassidy. I can smell her purity. It bleeds from every pore on that sugary-sweet thing.

"We got a solid plan, too, bro."

"Si?" I reply absently, checking my phone. It seems like every few minutes, I have new texts from the pack or the frat. Even thinking about reading through them all gives me a raging headache.

"Any of those ugly sluts that hook-up get their pic up on GChat!" Mason chortles.

I look at him, shaking my head. Why do girls fall forpendejoslike this? "You run that by Holt?" I ask him, naming the Alpha-Upsilon Fraternity's official president and, conveniently, one of my packmates. I highly 'encouraged' Holt to become the Pres. Rique and I have enough shit to do with the pack, and I won't let a human be in charge of the fraternity that LoboGris wolves are part of.

Mason shifts awkwardly. I may not have an official role in the frat, but everyone knows that I'm the one who's really in running this shitshow. "Not yet. We plan to before everyone gets here. They're just the Mu's," he mumbles.

Justthe Mu's. My- the omega, Rique's witchy-lover, and Holt's human hook-up are all in that damn sorority. What are the fucking odds?

"Don't do shit until Holt gives the OK."

"Yeah, sure, Carm," Mason mumbles, eyes wide.

I just sneer a little at Mason. I'll make sure the frat brothers steer clear of Cassidy, and that'll be it.

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"Who invited the Mu's?" Adriana asks sharply. Her eyes are narrowed dangerously at my Beta across the room. Rique is dangling over that witchy female he can't seem to shake. She, however, is ignoring his flirting, an expression of bored disdain on her face. Rique is lucky that female hasn't slapped him silly. It's happened before.

"Holt wants back with Deanna," Mason supplies eagerly. "Look at that group, bro. Fucking gorgeous. Freshies. Fuck." Mason nudges me and nods toward the other side of the room.

I suppress the growl when Mason points directly to the omega and her little group of friends. Cassidy is wearing a white sundress with tiny yellow stripes. It's not nearly as slutty as what some of the other females are wearing, but she draws your eye right to her.

"Is that a she-wolf?" Adriana asks, sounding a little stunned. I understand why. Most she-wolves are slightly intimidating to human males. Cassidy, on the other hand, draws males to her like flies to honey.

That's my fucking honeypot.

I walk away from Mason and Adriana mid-sentence. Cassidy is looking around, trepidation and excitement written all over her face. She's holding one of those fruity lemonades in her hand. Two brothers are flirting, pressing up close to her, just close enough to brush against her clothing. I shove them aside, sending them a glare when one of them thinks about protesting.

Cassidy's big, caramel eyes blink up at me. "Hi, Carm," she greets me softly.

"Cassidy," I rumble. My wolf pushes at my control. Goddess, she smells like sugar and candy. "I told you if you needed a fuck, to come to me," I breathe into her hair, just above her left ear. I wait for the excitement in her eyes to fade to hurt.

Instead, she presses closer, her eyes soft and warm, a total contrast to the liquored-up kids falling all over themselves around me. I can tell she's been sipping at her drink, but her eyes are clear.

She shivers. Her eyes slide to my right when one of my frat brothers crows incoherently and falls to the floor. She gets a little closer to me. I instinctively wrap an arm around her waist and inhale her sweet scent, barely resisting the urge to toss her down and make her mine in front of every male here who's been sniffing at her all night long.

"You don't feel well," she whispers. Concern lights her eyes.

I just stare down at her, growing angrier by the second. She knows I feel like shit, and it's all her fault. I wasted time going home to LoboGris, killed four humans, and didn't sleep because of Nico's sex addiction playing out in the room next to mine. Then, days go by without seeing her. I see her once, get interrupted by a couple ofputas,and don't see her again for days. I'm all twisted up, and it's this little omega's fault.

"Your fault," I rasp out.

Her eyes widen into pools of honey. She looks hurt again. "How can I help?" she blurts out. Her hand comes up between us and presses to my chest. My wolf sags, his ears laid back, confused at the sheer gentleness of the touch. She isn't pushing us away or clinging... just a soft touch.

A shudder works its way down my spine. She wants to help me? I reach down and snag her wrist. My fingers can wrap all around her slender bones, and then some. My chest expands, the growl working its way out of my mouth in an explosive, furious sound. It's loud enough that some of the humans closest to us turn with curious eyes.

My wolf pushes at my control, and I break. "Let's go, Cassidy."

I pull her upstairs, not caring who sees me with a bit of virgin freshie. Not caring that Adriana is staring at us with an expression of bewildered, angry hurt. Not caring that tomorrow, or hell tonight, the entire campus will know Cassidy slept with the asshole of Alpha-Ups. Let them know.

I yank her into my room and slam the door shut, locking it securely behind us. Turning, I stare at her. She's twisting her fingers together, nibbling on her bottom lip. Those honey-eyes are wide; her pupils dilated in the dim light of my room.

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