Page 4 of Carmichael's Omega

"Do you regret it?" I whisper.

"I regret hurting Mina, absolutely. But... It brought us Teague. Our mating would never have been a triad if I had accepted Mina from the start. I can't imagine it any other way, now."

We sit in silence for a while. "Why are you worried, Bee?"

I have a big mouth, is what I want to say. "I'm an omega. Not everyone likes omegas." Mattie's arms tighten around me to the point of discomfort. I don't say anything.

Blu reaches out and rubs my shoulders. "You are a miracle, too, Cassie. And, any pack who frowns on omegas most likely has problems, big ones. Remember that. Violence breeds violence. We're wolves, but we aren't mindless animals. Omegas are precious."

I smile at him. "Thanks."

He nods, solemn. "Those patrols out there, Cassie," he points out into the woods, "what do you think they're there for?"

"Protection," I respond immediately.

"Because?"

"I'm weak," I whisper. Mattie rumbles low in his chest. He doesn't like me calling myself that.

Blu smiles. "No weaker than a human, and most people don't have guards like this. It's because Alpha Alexander is afraid that you'll be targeted. Omegas are valuable, Cassidy."

I'm shocked. I never knew that. I assumed that the extra patrol was because I suck so much at fighting, and my older sister happens to be mated to an over-protective alpha-male.

"I'm going to school-"

"Teague has guards on you there, Pumpkin. You may not see them, but they're there. The LaNu House? Filled with them."

"Oh."

"Who?!And how would they protect her? With their nail files and stilettos?" Mattie snaps out, fury lining his body.

"Hey! Females can be badass, too! And, some of the girls do have some sharp heels..."

Blu laughs. "Just know that they're there, Bee. Any pack, or male, would be lucky to have you."

My heart squeezes, and my she-wolf lies down, defeated. Because Carmichael Javier Reyes, Alphason of the LoboGris, most definitely does not want me. My omega-wolf closes her eyes, weary. We yearn for our mate, even if it's hopeless.

My she-wolf quivers and my stomach churns. I lean into Matt more heavily, resting my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. A small part of me has to acknowledge that my omega she-wolf and I more thanyearn. It races down our spines, tingles at the tips of our fingers. Worry and love mingle in a sickening soup in our shared spirit. Weneedour mate.

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2 - Carmichael Javier Reyes

Carmichael

"Pinche Pendejo," I spit the dust from my mouth onto the mat after I hit the bag hard enough to send dust plumes into the air from the rafters above.

"Shit, Carm," Rique, my Beta, mutters, coughing and scowling at me. He's the only one who understands why I've been in such a foul mood lately. Not that I've ever been in a great mood. At twenty-two, I've already earned a reputation for being a cold-heartedhijo de puta.

This is me being extra-pissy, like a little-girl-on-her-period, pissy. All because of her.

Her.

Her soft lips, hair like spun honey, eyes... her gorgeous caramel eyes that I could get lost in. That tiny, curvy body. Cassidy, my beautiful Cassidy. My mate, my Luna, myOmega.

Omegas are rare. Born Omegas are even more unheard of, though it does happen. An Omega Luna? It's a fucking myth. Except, it's not because my mate is a true Omega andmyLuna.

Why me, though? Of all the alphas to be stuck with, my precious Omega mate gets the one alphason who hates Omegas?

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