Page 30 of Pack Rivals, Part One

I rub my hands together.

"She smells like the heavens," Hardy sings, all high-pitched voice, "she has eyes like stars, an ass as round as–"

"Pack York wants her too."

Angel lowers the towel from his body. "Pack York wants her?" he says slowly.

I nod, my grin returning.

"How do you know?" Hardy asks, flipping up to sit again.

"I spoke to Axel. He wants her for his pack. I want her forourpack. Looks like we've got a bit of a rivalry going on, boys."

"Rivalry or war?" Angel spits out through gritted teeth. He hates Pack York about a million times more than the rest of us. Can barely speak their name without punching a hole in the nearest wall.

"Rivalry, war, same same but different." Hardy grins. "Sounds fun."

"Especially when the prize is a sweet little omega who smells like the sweetest caramel."

"How does Axel know about her?"

I shrug. "Same way every other alpha fucker in the city does, I presume."

"Yeah, a new omega in town – that news travels like lightning," Hardy adds.

"But why would that have sparked his interest?"

Pack York seems as uninterested as we do in settling down with a pack omega. It's the one thing we seem to actually agree on.

"Did he meet her?" Angel asks.

"I don't know." I scratch my fingers across the stubble on my chin. I need to shave before this date tonight. Make myself all soft and smooth for the omega, for when I bury my face between her thighs and lick her out and …

"Silver!" Angel snaps. I blink. "Could he have met her?"

"She was waitressing at the gala. He may have laid eyes on her–"

"Or sniffed her out." Hardy jumps to his feet. "You got a picture?"

I tug my phone from my pocket and open the email my team sent me this morning. Angel and Hardy stroll to the bench and lean over to peer at my phone.

"Shit man, you've got fuck loads of photos there."

"I had my boys do some digging," I explain. "I wasn't sure I bought the whole I've-only-just-found-out-I'm-an-omega act. I was concerned it indicated something shady."

"And?" Angel grunts, taking the phone from my hand and examining a close-up photo of Bea. It was obviously taken a few years back, at a friend's party. She wore her caramel hair shorter back then, but her big amber eyes are the same.

"Nothing shady as far as I can tell. And it seems her story sticks. As far as anyone else in her hometown was concerned, the girl was a beta and always has been."

"She could have been keeping it hidden."

"No reason to." I take my phone back and gaze down at the photo. She's pretty in that wholesome home-baked apple pie kind of way. But I've held the woman in my arms and I know there's nothing wholesome at all about all her damn curves. "Besides, look at her. She'd have been snapped up long ago if she were a city omega." We all stare at her photo some more. "One strange thing about her though."

"Yeah?" Angel asks.

"No social media. All deleted."

Hardy waves his hand through the air. "No big deal. Chicks are always doing crap like that. Decide they don't like their old haircut and delete all their photos."

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