Page 75 of Carmichael's Omega

I run straight for home. I'm exhausted. My wolf's paws are sore, and our energy is almost completely depleted, but my bike is with my cell and clothes, a few hundred miles north of here.

I push through and start running. I can't do anything about being mated to two omegas, but I know one thing with absolute certainty: I can't bring either of them home to the LoboGris. Not with the pack being so fucked.

That instinct, toprovide, wars with the one that screams,protect! Protect wins by the slimmest margin and only because I can't provide until I can protect.

And I won't let them go home to ClearHowl. I won't ask theirbrotherfor help. The Beta isn't as much of apendejoas I thought, but if he knows about my mates, then I'll lose them both before even having them. I can't even blame him. Two omegas? It's enough to drive any alpha insane.

My wolf snarls. They're his. His mates. My mates. I am their alpha.

My paws carry me deep into LoboGris before I can find the energy to shift back to feet. I need to go tola casa de mi papá.But, first, I need to cover up the scent of my two omegas. I jump into the river, swimming a mile as the sun begins to dip behind the horizon. Getting out, I roll in the red mud on the banks, then take another swim until the only scent that fills my nostrils is mud and river.

It's timePapáanswered some questions.

The lights are on in his study. Grim-faced, nude, and stinking of desert dirt, river water, and sweat, I knock on the door.

"Hijo?" he asks me when the door swings open. "Carmichael, what are you doing here? What's wrong?"

"Papá..."my voice trails off. I hear voices from inside. "Who is here?" I snap.

His dark brown eyes narrow at me. "Renee and yourTio." His response is stiff. He doesn't like my tone.

"Uncle Hugh?" I ask, astonished thatMama'sbrother is here.

"Si. He showed up unexpectedly. He wants to presstu hermanato go to school."

I frown asPapásteps aside to let me in. My uncle Hugh has tried to convince Renee to attend college in the past. Many times. He's consistently failed. My sister doesn't want to touch hard work or studying with a ten-foot pole.

Silently I accept a pair of white shorts from my father. They smell clean, but they were washed with too much bleach.

"Carmichael!" my uncle booms as he stands up. I scowl at his demonstrative affection as he hugs me. I've never been comfortable with him. He rubs my wolf the wrong way.

"Where is Nico?" is what I say instead of greeting my uncle.

"At the packhouse," Renee stands up to greet me, too. Her welcome is much colder than uncle Hugh's.

"Come, then, Carmichael," Hugh slaps my back. "How long are you back?" He offers me a glass of what he's drinking, some sort of whiskey. I shake my head, declining. My head is already spinning.

"For as short a time as possible," I tell him bluntly.

"Uncle Hugh, guess what?" Renee chimes in, a malicious look in her eyes. "Carmichael has a girlfriend. An omega."

Silence falls, and my wolf curls his lip up, flashing fang at his sister-pup. "I don't have girlfriends, Renee," I let the familiar words fall into the silence with a smirk. I ignore the omega remark. That's for me to know.

Papáhas gone pale, but Uncle Hugh is red in the face. I study him, wondering if he's going to drop from an aneurysm.

"And are you fucking filth?" Hugh snarls.

I punch him in the mouth and laugh when he looks shocked. "I fuck whatever pussy I want,Tio," I sneer. "Their legs fall open for me,si?"

"Carmichael!"Papábarks my name. I ignore the reprimand. He's more concerned about my crude language than the violence, anyway. Hugh may be the son of a Beta, but his place will always be below me.

I turn my gaze on Renee, who looks smug and unbothered. "You heard this from Felicia,sí?" I smile cruelly, "don't believeputaswho beg for dick,Hermana. They get jealous easily,no?"

"Carmichael!"Papáslams his fist down on the small end table.

I gesture my hands out, palms up, silently apologizing toPapá.Renee's face has turned rigid with anger as she glares at me with fierce, tear-filled eyes. I challenge her with my stare until her eyes drop. My wolf paces, wanting to force her submission.

"Still, an omega?" Uncle Hugh's wolf bristles.

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