Page 29 of Pack Rivals, Part One

I feel better after that. As if I've wrestled back some control over this crazy situation.

Now, all I have to do is find the will power to send that alpha away when he shows up to take me to dinner.

I study the packet of suppressants the doctor left me and take double the dose she instructed.

Remember Karl.

Remember the heartbreak.

The pain.

The humiliation.

Remember all that and resisting will be a piece of cake.

8

Silver

It's early Friday evening,so there's only one place my packmates will be.

The gym.

I trot down the stairs to the basement with a bounce in my step and a lightness in my chest.

I find Hardy lifting weights on the bench and Angel doing chin ups. They see me enter with a giant grin on my face and Angel drops down, landing on the toes of his feet.

"What?" he says, eyeing me suspiciously as he grabs his towel and scrubs it over his face. "Why do you look like that? Did the Rockers sign Dale Champ?"

I keep grinning and flop down onto one of the benches.

With a grunt, Hardy lowers his weight and lifts his head to gaze at me.

"You look like you just escaped a mental asylum."

Angel throws his towel at my head. "Out with it, asshole. What tickled your balls?"

"The omega I escorted home last night."

Hardy sits bolt upright. "Fuck, you got her into bed already? When?"

I shake my head. "No, asshole. But–"

"She sucked your dick?"

"No," I say, my smile crashing down into a frown. "She's gone nowhere near my balls, my cock or my knot. And," I add, raising my hand to silence Hardy, "I've been nowhere near her panties."

Hardy slumps back down onto the bench. "Then what the hell with the I-just-got-laid grin?"

"Do I usually look this way when I get laid?" Because as enjoyable as getting laid is – scratching an itch, fulfilling a need – it's never made me smile this inanely before.

"No," Angel says with suspicion. "What are you trying to tell us here, Silver?"

"I like her."

"You've known her all of five minutes," Hardy scoffs as he reaches for his weight again, "and you told us she was completely spaced out the entire time."

"How is she different from all the other omegas?" Angel asks, wiping the sweat from his chest and his shoulders with a second towel. He means different from all the other omegas we've been seeing all these years. All these years and not one has sparked our interest. Sparked our interest enough to do anything more than fuck and rut with anyway.

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