Page 96 of Carmichael's Omega

"Carm?" Mattie comes out of the bathroom, smelling clean and dressed in a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. My clothes swim on him.

I can't stop the smirk that crawls over my face. He's shy, my male.

"Sleep with Cassidy,si? I have to go get a car for us,Nene."

"Now? You can't stay a little?" he asks.

I just shake my head as I grab my wallet and keys. "Go to sleep," I order again.

He slides into the bed, but not next to his sister.

I frown at the distance Mattie placed between them, playing with my phone. My new favorite picture is one Rique sent me over a week ago, of my mates curled together so tightly that you couldn't slide a credit card between them. Their golden heads tight to each other, face to face.

I love that fucking picture. I've been waiting to see it in reality for days. I almost demand that Mattie hold his sister, but he's shy in front of me. He'll hold her when I leave.

"I'll be back soon, Mattie. I'll lock the door. Don't let anyone in."

"OK," he whispers.

"Take care of your sister," I tell him.

"Alright," he murmurs in an even softer voice.

I leave reluctantly.

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24 - Taco Bell

Cassidy

I've died. I've died, and I'm being eternally punished.

"Head hurt,Conejita?" Carmichael's voice is so low that I can barely hear him. Thank goodness, any louder, and I think my head would explode.

I whimper.

"Open and swallow,miAlma."

I obey him even though my stomach feels like it's churning toxic butter. Butter... oh Goddess, I'm going to throw up.

"Shh," Carmichael's hand presses on my forehead, the pressure making me feel better right away.

I whimper pathetically. I will never drink again. Once was enough. Now I know. I crack open my eyelids, just a peek, only to slam them shut again.

The angry gleam in my alpha-male's eyes does not bode well for me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"What for,Conejita?" he asks me with pure, false innocence oozing from his voice.

"Everything?" I say weakly.

He hums. "Leaving the bar? Getting shit-faced? Leaving the LaNu House and going to a frat party?" His voice gets closer. I can tell his face is right next to mine. "Dancing in your short, little dress for other males? Is that what you're sorry for,Bella?"

I stiffen. What did I do?

"You are myputa, no? Only mine," he hisses, right in my face. White canines snap just in front of my eyes. His alpha-wolf is furious, and Carmichael is right in line with his wolf.

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