Page 26 of Their Perfect Omega

My pack.

I popped the tabs on the screen and backed up a few steps as Jonathan pulled it off. It was a farfetched dream to think they were my pack.

“Come on. I’ll help you out,” Jonathan said in a low voice. “Anya will go in after you and clean.”

Anya smiled at me, and the hint of jealousy I’d been feeling vanished. These were trusted betas that N’Pact had welcomed into their pack. They were risking their necks helping me escape.

“I already took everything off the bed. The comforter just needs a spritz of de-scenter.” I climbed over the windowsill, not even knowing where my shoes were, and Jonathan grabbed me by the waist and put me on one of the large stepping stones.

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be long.” She reached out and squeezed my arm before Jonathan hoisted her through the window. “Come back in five minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They gave each other a quick kiss and then Jonathan turned to me. “So, you’re the omega causing all the trouble.”

My mouth opened in shock and partially to defend myself when a wide grin spread across his face, making his green eyes twinkle. “You’re joking, right?”

“Of course I am. Follow me and stay quiet. We’re going around the front since all the curtains are drawn. There are eight agents here and four of them are alphas.”He walked along the side of the house, and I followed.

“Oh, shit.” My stomach fluttered with nerves. “They’re going to smell me.”

“It’s possible, but alphas can’t work as a field agent unless they are bonded, so as long as they don’t go in that bedroom...” He looked over his shoulder and raised a knowing eyebrow.

My cheeks felt like they heated a million degrees, and I looked away. “I didn’t mean for that to happen...”

“Walk on my right and stay quiet.” Jonathan turned around the corner to the front of the house, his pace brisk enough that I had to speed walk and jog a little to keep up.

Two SUVs were in the driveway, and I wondered how they got in through the gate, but then again, they were a government organization, so they probably hacked in.

We made it across the front of the property, past the front entrance, and to the garage area. There was a walkway that disappeared down the side of it and a gate set into the cement wall.

“This is secret agent level,” I whispered as we walked through to a garden. “A secret garden.”

Jonathan snorted. “This is Anya’s pride and joy. When she’s not taking care of the pack, she’s gardening.”

I followed him through the garden to the backyard, which had more of the garden and a pool. “It’s nice you live right next door.” What I really wanted to say was I was glad they didn’t live in the house with the pack.

“It makes things easier.” He opened a French door and let me inside. “I’m going to go back for Anya. Make yourself at home and help yourself to a breakfast burrito. We were in the middle of making breakfast for the pack when Alvaro called. Oh, and your car keys are there on the counter. I fished them out of the pool.”

He left me, and I looked around their inviting home. It looked a bit smaller than N’Pact’s but was just as inviting with an open floor plan and large windows overlooking the back and the city.

I walked around the island and turned on the griddle to heat the tortillas that sat next to the stove. I wanted to make my alphas their breakfast, even if it was just wrapping up a tortilla.

There I went again, calling them my pack. It was a dangerous game my brain was playing. Even if they could do the fall match, that was months away, and a lot could happen between now and then.

The comfort and safety I already felt around them made my heart sing, but it was way too soon to dance. As much as I wanted them, if I’d learned anything over the past month, it was that the only person who could truly protect me was myself.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Alvaro

Jonathan texted me shortly after the Pack Health Organization agents arrived. He’d been able to get Kara to his and Anya’s place without any issues. Luckily, the agents hadn’t inspected our house, but even if they had, Anya would have already stripped the bed and sprayed the room with expensive de-scenting spray. That still might not have been enough, though.

Kara’s perfume was potent.

All morning, we’d been in our bedrooms with agents, being assessed. They went over everything from our sexual habits, things that showed up in the media, and bodily reactions to stimuli.

That part was the worst. Who wanted to be hooked up to a machine that tracked heart rate, eye dilation, and scent excretion? They showed us videos of everything from alphas and omegas living day-to-day life with each other and alone, to an omega in heat.

Six months ago, my reactions were different; the scenes put me on edge and the heat scene had nearly had me taking my cock out in front of the agents. But this time, I was calm, and when they showed a short clip of an alpha knotting his omega, I was aroused, but more from the idea of knotting Kara.

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