Page 15 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"What happened?" she asks, anxiously.

The omega murmurs something incomprehensible.

"Where's her room?"

Her cousin's cheeks color a little as she points to a door at the other side of the room.

I stride over there, noting the unpacked boxes on the floor, and kick open the door. It flings back and hits something behind. I try to force it open with my foot, but it won't budge.

I peer around the door and find a room smaller than a closet.

This is her room? Jesus Christ! The woman should be living in a palace not a shoe box. If she were mine, she'd have a room fit for a queen.

I lay her down carefully on the bed. She's still clutching my sweater and I decide I'm going to let her keep it.

"Can I see you again, baby girl?" I whisper into her ear, pulling myself back from nuzzling the soft skin of her neck.

"Aren't you staying?" She takes a handful of my shirt and tries to tug me on top of her.

I repress a groan of agony and once again yank her small hands away.

"Sleep tight, baby girl. I'll be in touch."

Reluctantly, I squeeze out of the room and shut the door behind me.

The friend and the cousin are both hovering behind me when I turn around, looking up anxiously into my face.

"Is she okay?" the cousin says.

"Seems to be," I answer, stepping towards the door.

The thought of her laid out on the bed like that, all sleepy and dreamy and smelling so sweet is too much to bear. It has my cock hardening. I need to get the fuck out of this apartment.

"But I'd keep an eye on her," I add.

"Thank you for bringing her home," the cousin says, her gaze trailing down my body. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

The friend leans in. "He's Pack Boston."

The cousin's mouth drops open wide enough for me to see her tonsils. Definitely time to leave.

"Here," I say, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out one of my business cards. "She can call me if she has any trouble. Or just if she'd …"

The cousin and the friend exchange looks, and I spin on my toes and march towards the door.

"Did you want a lift back to the party?"

"Yes, please," the friend says, racing to follow me down the stairs. "I hope Bea's okay," she calls over her shoulder to the cousin.

Bea.

It's a name I'm not going to forget.

5

Bea

I wakeup in my tiny bed, my head pounding and my body stiff. I creak open one eyelid, wondering if the strange circumstances of last night were all a dream.

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