Page 10 of Knot So Perfect Omega

She left me as the plane began driving to the takeoff point, and I relaxed into the soft leather seat. I’d be lying if I said the butterflies were from being on the plane, but really, they were because I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.

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WasI a little disappointed it was Brian who picked me up from the airport? Absolutely.

What kind of pack picks an omega and then sends their lackey instead of welcoming me themselves? A pack of rich assholes, that’s who.

We were currently stuck in rush hour traffic and had gone about a mile in ten minutes when we still had about fourteen miles to the pack’s house in the Hollywood Hills, according to the GPS.

Brian hadn’t said much to me yet, and I was beginning to wonder if he was avoiding the elephant in the car.

“So... where’s the pack?” I was sitting in the backseat of the SUV, so all I could see were his eyes in the rearview mirror and part of his face.

“They had some business in New York and then have an Alphaball game and a dinner they have to attend.”

“And I can’t attend the game and dinner?” Wasn’t that one of my purposes? “Also, you never messaged me their phone numbers.”

“They’ve been busy. Why bother them when you’re completely capable of settling in on your own? You’ll just distract them from their jobs.” Wow, he was a complete asshole. “They’ll be back Wednesday night.”

“And what? You’re keeping me company until then?” I crossed my arms, already feeling my hopes and dreams being flushed down the toilet.

If they weren’t going to be around, how were they going to see that I was the last omega they should have put on their list? I wanted to ask Brian about why they’d chosen me, but I didn’t trust him at all.

“No. Unfortunately, I have business to attend to. I’ll get you settled in at the house and then you can do whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable.” He met my stare in the rearview mirror as we came to a stop in traffic again. “You’re a very fortunate omega to be matched with such a prominent pack.”

Don’t roll your eyes.

“I’m very fortunate their beta is at their beck and call to take care of their omega.” I knew it was going to rub him the wrong way, and I smirked when he stiffened.

“I’m not part of the pack, and I will not be taking care of you besides setting you up in their house and giving you a pack credit card.” His hands were tight around the steering wheel as the traffic started to move at a decent pace. And by decent, I meant twenty-five miles per hour.

“Seems a little idiotic to give an omega free use of a credit card,” I muttered, turning my attention out the window.

We were just about to the Hollywood Hills, and I couldn’t help but wonder what their house looked like. They all made good salaries as Alphaball players and had endorsements and other business ventures. Hell, they’d sent a private jet to retrieve me.

“They’ll spare no expense to make you happy. From the looks of your clothes, shoes, and suitcase, you are not the caliber they need to present to the world. There will be dinners and events you need to attend eventually. Plus, your everyday attire isn’t up to par.”

I looked down at my ripped skinny jeans, N’Pact band T-shirt, and combat boots. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? You’re telling me they walk around in suits all the time?”

He pulled off the highway without answering me, and we spent the rest of the drive in silence. I wished Kara was with me to see all the humongous houses we were passing as we started into the Hollywood Hills area. She spent a lot of time on real estate websites, looking at properties. I couldn’t have cared less as long as it had a cozy place for me to set up a nest.

I might not have enjoyed all the things that came with being an omega, but creating a comfortable nest where I could hide out and calm my nerves was vital to my well-being and mental health.

We stopped outside a solid black gate, and Brian pulled an opener out of the center console. The gate swung inward, and I gasped as we pulled up into the driveway of a two or three-story ultra-modern-looking house that looked like it was made out of white marble.

I couldn’t quite tell how many stories it was because most of the houses in the area were built into hillsides. The two black, double garage doors were on the driveway level, and then back behind it up higher looked like two stories. There was a retaining wall at least ten feet high made of white marble with a subtle gray veining and a wide set of black marble stairs leading up to the front.

What happened when it rained? Were people just expected to slip and slide down the smooth surfaces?

A black stone ball sculpture sat on the corner edge of the retaining wall, serving no purpose other than to contrast dramatically with the sharp angles and light coloring of the house. It wasn’t inviting at all, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I was disappointed.

“Are they compensating for something with that ball?” I chuckled to myself, trying to ease the small bubble of anxiety that was pooling in my gut. I could only fight my instincts so much, and this house screamed bachelor party pad.

“This house is an architectural masterpiece, and that’s an Alphaball art piece commissioned by Rio by his favorite sculptor.” He opened one of the garages with another click of a button but didn’t pull inside because there were vehicles parked there. “Eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, ocean and city views, a gym with a sauna, cryotherapy chamber, and state-of-the-art equipment.”

“Jesus. What the hell does someone need ten fucking bathrooms for?” I grabbed my backpack and got out. The weather was very mild and sunny; I already loved it.

“Watch your language. Most of the rooms have one. The main level and entertainment and gym levels each have one.”

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