Page 93 of Carmichael's Omega

There are three smiley faces with little red hearts after her asinine message.

I'm immediately furious with her. She is disobeying me, leaving the bar, and not mentioning the party to me.

"Back on the bike,Nene," I tell Mattie grimly.

"What's wrong?" he asks me quietly.

"Your sister thinks she's partying without me." My alpha-wolf flashes fang at no one. He's not happy, either.

Mattie slides on the back of the bike silently. His body is even stiffer, and I have to quell my irritation with him. It's not his fault, but it's dangerous for him to be so tense while riding.

"Mattie, you have to relax,Nene," I strive to keep my voice level.

"I'm... I don't want to lean on you too much."

I turn, capturing his chin with my hand. "You lean on me,si?" I snap my canines at him when he doesn't respond right away. "¿Si?"

"Yes, Alpha," he whispers. His face heats in a blush, and I feel my wolf inhale slightly. He's almost unbelievably beautiful... for a male.

"Good,Nene."

I turn back around and remember my female. We roar down the road toward campus. My naughtyConejitais in for a spanking tonight.

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Cassidy

I've never had alcohol before. Mom was an alcoholic. After Dad died, she started drinking and gambling, and eventually, it killed her. Well, she was murdered by her drug dealer, but it was that first terrible habit, born of pain, that spiraled out of control.

I don't like the taste of whatever fruity punch I'm drinking. I don't even like the smell. Of course, I'm not expecting much if it comes from a bowl that has had random strangers dipping a big ladle into a sticky red liquid. It's a good thing wolves tend to have robust immune systems. It's too bad I'm an omega, and we don't have much more robust immune systems than humans. Maybe a little. Maybe.

Where am I, anyway?

I look around at my blurry surroundings. My she-wolf sniffs the air, and we both choke on the combination of beer, cologne, and sweat. Oh! And punch. I take another sip.

My attention is caught by the purple and silver emblem hanging on the wall high above my head. Huh. It's pretty. I don't think I've ever seen it before. Blinking, I move closer, careful to avoid getting crashed into by the crush of bodies.

"Hey, you gonna dance on the altar?" The human boy who brought me here practically has to yell to be heard over the music and laughter.

I tear my eyes off of the purple and silver emblem to return his smile. He has a friendly smile. With his brown eyes and blonde hair, he looks like a golden retriever puppy.

I giggle, covering my mouth to try and hide it. I don't want him to think I'm laughing at him. That's rude.

It's rude to think he's a dog, too.

"C'mon, Beautiful. You'll look great up there!" He points to the purple and silver emblem.

Oh! I want to see it up close! Nodding eagerly, I accept his help to climb a set of stairs to a stage. Other girls are dancing, gyrating to the music. It's crowded up here, and I can't get closer to... whatever I was trying to do.

"Dance, Gorgeous!" the golden retriever puppy calls out, grinning. Another boy has joined him. This one has reddish-brown hair and very light brown eyes. He's like an Irish setter.

Laughing, I let the other girls pull me into their dance.

A boy reaches out to touch the hem of my sundress, rubbing the material between his finger and thumb. I peer at him closely from my high vantage point. What sort of dog is he?

"A pug!" I announce, outloud.

Cassie! That's very rude. "I don't think anyone heard me," I tell myself.

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