Page 37 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"She means, are you sleeping with each other?" my aunt says. Silver glances at my aunt who shrugs. "You think I haven't heard," she leans closer to him, "and seen it all before."

"We aren't sleeping with each other but we do …" he hesitates again, peering over at my aunt.

"We get the picture," Courtney says, falling back in her seat.

Although, I don't. I don't get the picture. And now my curiosity is seriously piqued and I won't be able to ask Courtney about it until later, because we're pulling up outside a sleek tower in the middle of the city.

"Sin Sky is right up there at the top," Courtney tells me, leaning across to peer out of my window and point to the heavens. I peer up too, the sky a blanket of darkness and the stars all hidden. Then the door opens and Axel is there holding out his hand.

"May I?"

His gray eyes capture all my attention and his scent swoops in and seems to caress all the way down my throat. I almost melt forward against his body.

"Thanks," I mutter, letting him take my hand in his and guide me out of the car. Silver glares at us both as he hands his keys reluctantly over to a concierge. He glares even harder when Axel doesn't release my hand but walks me forward to the tower foyer.

"I'm glad we finally get to meet properly," he whispers into my ear in a voice that frankly should be illegal. "Although I'd prefer it if we were alone."

"We already met," I remind him.

"But notproperly."

I wonder if things would have been different back at the gas station if he'd known I was an omega. Would he have whisked me away?

I remember Silver's warning about bad alphas and what they are capable of. But Axel doesn't seem bad.

Then again, Karl never seemed like a cheater.

Silver flanks my other side and gives his name to the concierge. We're pointed the way of an elevator which seems exceedingly small with two large alphas inside, especially when I'm sandwiched between them both, neither wanting to relinquish their place beside me.

I catch Courtney's eyes in the mirror as the elevator climbs up the numerous floors, and she grins at me in amusement.

At the very top floor, the elevator doors part and we step through into the most glamorous looking restaurant I've ever laid eyes on. Not that I've ever laid eyes on a place like this in person – but I've seen plenty in movies and on TV. This place has floor-to-ceiling windows that look out across the city and down towards the water's edge. We're so high up it all looks miniscule; like a child's model rather than an actual living breathing metropolis. I stroll right over to the glass, and my fingers resting on the pane, stare down at the blinking lights.

"It's beautiful," I breathe, as the two alphas join me, my gaze meandering out to the water, dark and endless and leading far far away. "The sea."

"You never saw it before?" Silver asks.

I shake my head, and feel one alpha's hand stroke back the hair from my face as the other alpha rests his on the small of my back. Both lean towards me.

Packs have omegas. One omega who is shared between several alphas. That much I know. But the other stuff – the more intimate workings – that I am ignorant about.

However, as I stand between these two alphas, breathing in both their scents, feeling both their warm touches, my imagination has a very good go at filling in the blanks in my knowledge.

Or perhaps all these omega hormones and pheromones and instincts and what-nots are turning my mind dirty. I've certainly never – never ever – thought about being with more than one man. More than one man at the same time. Heck, two weeks ago, I'd never even considered being with any other man but Karl. I thought he was my one and only. My forever.

"I'll take you out on my boat," Axel says, as Silver whispers, "I want to show you the ocean."

And I take a stubborn step backwards leaving the two of them staring at each other. The stares brim with hatred, and for the second time tonight I'm left with the distinct feeling these two men have history.

"I'm starving," I blurt out, wanting to avert whatever is brewing here.

"Let's go sit down," Silver says as Axel sets off in hunt of nibbles.

Aunt Julia and Courtney are already sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant right where one side of the building meets the other. It means we have views in two directions and, even though I am hungry, I spend the next few moments studying the view and not the dinner options.

Courtney ignores her menu in favor of snapping photos on her cell phone and Aunt Julia gives me her opinion on the best things to eat given my 'current state'.

"What state?" Axel and Silver ask together as Axel returns to the table with a bowl of olives, a selection of nuts and what looks like a loaf of artisan bread.

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