Page 7 of Their Perfect Omega

A motorcycle revved its engine and the faint squeak of N’Pact’s gate opening made me jump, and I dashed behind the car.

My Squishmallows were beside themselves with excitement. “Oh, my! Are we going to see another N’Pact member? Riding a motorcycle? So sexy. Va va voom!”

“Shhh.” I warned myself, ducking as a sleek motorcycle darted out and headed down the road way too fast. “Geez, where is he going so late? Maybe for a booty call?”

The words felt gross in my mouth, and I twisted my lips in disgust. Most omegas would agree that the thought of alphas sleeping with betas made us all slightly unhinged. Biologically, we were born to be with each other. Sure, betas could be with us too, but the deep-seated need alphas and omegas had for each other couldn’t be replaced by even one hundred betas.

Brake lights lit up red at the end of the street and then the motorcycle was gone. Had he even shut the gate? I couldn’t see the top part of it poking up past the shrubs and wall.

I’d just take a quick look to make sure. The motorcycle had left in a rush. They might have gone out the gate before it had even opened all the way.

I quickly walked the short distance to the end of their driveway and looked in. I was surprised there were tall hedges running along the driveway, so the house wasn’t visible. I bet they always had knottyboppers and paparazzi bothering them.

One of my Squishmallows spoke up. “Well, aren’t you just like them now?”

Headlights turning down the street caught my attention and my eyes widened. A police car with its lights on but no sirens was headed right for me. If they saw a woman in their pajamas with stuffed animals, they’d surely stop or call in for another officer.

The gate started to close, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I ran through it and onto N’Pact’s property. And by ran, I mean I almost fell and dropped my Squishmallows, catching myself on the tall bushes. Luckily, I had my index finger through the keyring, so I didn’t drop them.

What was I doing? Did I really just commitanothercrime? Did the three strikes law apply to omegas?

A giggle burst from my lips, and I barely managed to pick up my Squishmallows and shove them against my face to stifle it. I’d just take a quick peek at their house and then leave. It was no different than me going on the internet and looking up pictures.

One thing was for sure, I was never drinking Twisted Knot wine again; it was deceptively delicious.

Walking as quietly as I could since I was wearing flip-flops, I passed the tall hedges and took in the gorgeous three-level house. The driveway gradually sloped downwards toward a parking area and two double garage doors. Thanks to my Zillow obsession, I knew this house had an underground parking area, big enough for eight cars.

One of my favorite things to do was to look at houses on Zillow and this one had caught my eye when I was perusing the neighborhood when Kayla first moved. At the time, I hadn’t known this was N’Pact’s house.

The black SUV from earlier was parked off to the side, blocking my view of the front door. The house was all contemporary modern lines and angles with stone siding and large windows. My memory was a bit fuzzy, but I think it had six bedrooms and six baths, a gym, a recreation room, and a pool. All of the houses blended together a bit.

“We should leave,” I muttered as my feet kept moving forward. There was something about this house that was drawing me to it; it was perfect in every way. I stopped at the end of the walkway leading up to the massive front door that was at least four times the size of a normal one.

Movement at the corner of the garage area caught my eye. There must have been a walkway that went down the side that I couldn’t see. I squinted as a two-foot-tall beast moved into the light.

Oh, fuck. They had a dog.

“Hi, doggy,” I whispered as I looked back at the hedges now blocking my view of the gate. I had no clue if it was secured like my sister’s was, but running that way would trap me with nowhere to go. Plus, who knew where that cop car had stopped?

The dog growled and stalked toward me, its teeth glinting in the outside lights. Was this how I died? Being mauled by a vicious Rottweiler while drunk on wine and holding my Squishmallows?

The SUV was about equal distance between me and the dog, but that wasn’t an option unless I wanted the entire neighborhood to wake up from the alarm. I stepped off the walkway and onto the grass, hoping there was something I could climb on or hide behind on the other side of the house or in the back. The dog wasn’t attacking yet, so that was good, but I had a feeling he would as soon as he was close enough.

Knowing the dog would run as soon as I did, I stepped out of my flip-flops and flung Jane Doe at him, then took off running, hoping the sacrifice would at least slow him down. He barked as I sprinted along the front of the house and then turned down the side of it. There wasn’t a gate, thankfully, but the grass gave way to stepping stones with gravel.

I looked back to see the dog nearly to me, and I yeeted poor Princess Leia at him, hitting him right in the face. My guilt only lasted a second as my foot missed a stone and I stumbled into the stucco, my pills falling from my hand.

There was no stopping. I’d come back for them once I got away. Or hell, I’d just get in the car in the morning once I was sober and go back to the compound where I had more and couldn’t get myself into trouble.

This trip had been one bad decision after another. It was unlike me, but I had always kept myself on a tight leash. I had to be the best and couldn’t let anyone down. It was like all of that drive had left me once I graduated and didn’t match.

The backyard opened up in front of me and I quickly scanned it the best I could. I needed to climb something or…

The pool wasn’t exactly an infinity pool but had a thin ledge between it and the glass panel railing. It was my only option because I certainly wasn’t going to make it to the outdoor kitchen farther away and climb up onto the counter in enough time.

I was almost to the railing when the dog made its move. It grabbed on to the bottom hem of my pajama shorts with a growl and yanked. The material ripped and pulled down, throwing me off balance. I flailed my arms as I started to fall sideways, my pitiful cry for help loud in the silent backyard.

If I hadn’t already alerted N’Pact to my presence by all the noise I was making, the loud splash of falling into the pool and the dog barking sure as hell would.

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