Page 8 of Their Perfect Omega

The water was a shock to my system as I went under.It might be better to just sink to the bottom and save myself from the embarrassment of being arrested sopping wet with my shorts down.

Nope. Not down. Now they were off.

My shorts had been pulled far enough down my legs that now that I was in the water, they fought to float back up to the surface, and with all my flailing, came right off my feet. I had never been more relieved to wear underwear.

Needing air, I surfaced in the middle of the pool, causing the dog to go wild. The lights upstairs came on, and I looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. The keys were no longer on my finger, and I hoped I’d dropped them back with my pills and they weren’t at the bottom of the pool. Things were a bit of a blur.

I swam as quietly as possible to a round flamingo pool float and went under and into the hole in the middle. I could float it closer to the side, have the neck point toward the house, and maybe they wouldn’t see me.

Who was I kidding? I was so busted and was going to end up on the five o’clock morning news being handcuffed and put in the back of an OPS omega transport vehicle. My parents were going to be so disappointed in me.

Biting my lip to stop myself from bursting into tears, I waited, trying to stay calm. The dog wasn’t barking anymore, but I could hear his nails clicking on the cement. I didn’t know for sure if it was a male dog, but it felt like it.

What sounded like a sliding door came from the house, but also there was the sound of someone running from one side of the yard.

“Alpha, go back inside. I’ll check the perimeter.” The voice was all business, and I sank lower into the water, only my eyes above the surface. “The perimeter sensors didn’t go off, so it might just be a raccoon again.”

“Gizmo, come.” Someone with a voice that was slightly raspy from sleep called the dog, snapping his fingers. I couldn’t tell who it was without revealing myself by peering over the edge.

“They’re in the pool under the flamingo.” I looked up to see a figure on a balcony upstairs and was certain it was Tate Carter.

“Out. Now,”the man who had called the dog barked.

I hadn’t had a lot of experience being barked at by an alpha, but I’d witnessed my sister being commanded by our fathers many times. It wasn’t a bark like a dog, but its purpose was to control.

This alpha’s bark? It washed right over me, only giving me a sliver of motivation to listen to him. Either he was the weakest of the group or there was something wrong with him.

“I think she’s naked,” the guy who had come running said. “Unless one of you wears pink shorts with unicorns on them.

Suddenly, the flamingo went flying, and I was looking right up at Alvaro Estrada holding a leaf skimmer.

“Hi.”

Hi? That was all I could say to the tan Adonis frowning down at me? There were enough lights that I could clearly see his defined abs and the veins popping in his forearms. He must have jumped right out of bed because his dark brown hair was messy, and he was only wearing white briefs.

Good Lord. I’d never seen such a magnificent alpha. Not everyone could pull off tighty whities, but he should really have become an underwear model. I tried not to look too long at the impressive bulge. If he was that big flaccid, how big was he hard? And with a knot? I was starting to feel a bit warm all over.

I subtly inhaled through my nose, trying to catch his scent and was met with the sharp sting of chlorine.

“What the hell are you doing in our pool?” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at the other man, who I wasn’t familiar with. “You can go, Jonathan.”

Jonathan shook his head in amusement and left me with the leader of the pack, who was fishing out my shorts. Tate came out of the house, his sweatpants hanging indecently low. There was no way he was wearing underwear under them.

“Did Jonathan call the police?” Tate stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, Beck is going to have a field day with this.” He pulled out his phone and the flash of his camera nearly blinded me.

“Wait. Beck?” I was sobering up, but with how tired I was and the effects of the wine, I was struggling to process what was happening. They were acting so nonchalant, like this was an everyday occurrence.

“No wonder she didn’t respond to my bark,” Alvaro muttered, letting my shorts plop onto the cement. “Let’s go, Kayla. We’ll walk you home.”

Now things were making sense. “I’m not Kayla, and I didn’t respond to your bark because it could hardly be considered one.”

Tate snapped and his pointer finger went up, things making sense to him now too. “The twin... what’s your name? Layla? Isla?”

“Kara.” I didn’t move from where I was, my legs moving slowly under me to keep me afloat. I really did want to sink back under. If I got out of the pool, they were going to see my underwear and my nipples poking through.

“That’s right. Kara with a K. How the hell did you get in our backyard and lose your shorts?” Tate sounded very amused by the whole situation and my face heated.

“Your dog chased me.” I looked to where the dog was sitting obediently, watching me. “He almost bit me.”

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