Page 72 of Their Perfect Omega

“Then you’ll be waiting there forever. I’m not leaving.” He grabbed a pillow and threw it at me.

I caught it before it could hit me in the face. “Well, what if you have to pee? Or take a shit?”

He didn’t respond, and I sat quietly for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts before speaking again in a soft voice like I was talking to a wild animal... which wasn’t too far from reality.

“From the moment we all met, we had this connection. This brotherhood that grew into the best thing that has happened to me... to any of us, I think. It brought me three brothers who push me to be a better person, even though I sometimes might not act like it. We formed a pack, bonded... we worked our asses off to create a name for ourselves in an industry that even the best of the best might not make it in.

“And then we let an immature omega take the only thing that really mattered away from us; our bond with each other. Our family. It fucking hurt. Every day I watched you suffer, Alvaro worry, and Tate ignored it. It’s a miracle our career is what it is when we were merely roommates.”

Avery turned over to his other side, his lips in a tight line and his eyes intense. I had to look away as I continued.

“And then Kara showed up. The hope we had for her being our omega brought us back together—not to how we once were as a pack, but it was getting there—and everyone was so damn happy. We were healing.Shewas healing us. And then she showed up on our bus and...” I shook my head, suddenly feeling ridiculous that I was detailing everything Avery already knew.

“Keep going,” Avery rasped.

“I thought, this is it, this is the defining moment of my life. Our omega was with us, and we were taking care of her. Nothing else mattered but her... and then they took her from us. It sucks ass, but if we give up now when we are so close to having everything we could ever want? We can’t give up on her.She’s ours, and if we have to spend the next twenty years fighting for her, then that’s going to have to be okay. Kara is worth every sleepless night and every tear. We have to keep trying and that means being a pack and fighting like our lives depend on it to get her back. She deserves that much, doesn’t she?”

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out, causing his cheeks to puff out. “I’m tired of never being good enough, Cal.”

“We are good enough. Don’t let people who don’t even know us or Kara dictate if we’re good enough for each other. Maybe if we all started believing that, so would they.”

“How did you go from going crazy and licking my dick like it was an omega popsicle to being so... rational?” Avery sat up and ran his hands through his messy hair as I chuckled about him calling his dick an omegapopsicle. “You said you have a place to get out angsty energy?”

I got to my knees and rubbed my hands together. “The more I think about sharing it, the more excited I am.”

Maybe a few months ago they would have been worried about me, but now? Not a chance.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, I pulled off the freeway and drove toward the warehouses. I could feel the tension in the SUV as my pack mates wondered where the fuck I was taking them.

Most of the buildings were dark, but a few had late shifts. I turned into a parking space of a darkened building and shut off the SUV.

“Is this where we find out you moonlight as a serial killer and you have a freezer full of bodies?” Alvaro peered out the window, trying to see where the fuck we were.

“This is where he’s manufacturing omega popsicles,” Avery said, deadpan.

Tate snorted. “What the hell are omega popsicles?”

“Alpha dicks coated in slick.” Avery opened his door and got out before anyone could respond.

Alvaro looked over at me. “What did you say to him?”

I shrugged. “Just told him that Kara deserves for us to try.”

We got out of the car, and I walked to the door where Avery was leaning against the wall, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The alarm beeped in warning as I opened the door, and I quickly entered my code before flipping on the lights.

“Holy shit.” Avery walked in first, his eyes widening. “I don’t know whether to be mad you’ve never brought us here or excited you finally did.”

I let the three of them take in the five thousand square feet of old cars, furniture, appliances, electronics, and other breakable fun. “I went to a place one night where you could destroy shit, and well... I wanted more. The only things off limits are the sound system, the refrigerator, and the couch over in the corner.”

I headed toward the opposite corner we entered from. “Beers?”

“Fuck yes, I want a beer.” Avery followed me, excitement in his voice.

I had a feeling he’d like this place. Was it healthy to beat the shit out of inanimate objects? Probably not. But it was a hell of a lot better than letting my anger and unhappiness fester.

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