Page 42 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"I'm taking you on a proper date, Omega."

"Yes."

"Tomorrow. I'll take you out for breakfast."

My eyes half closed in a daze, snap open. "No," I cry.

"No?" He leans in as if to kiss me again, as if doing so will help to change my mind. If my mind needed changing, his kiss would certainly do the trick.

"Lunch," I say, "lunch would be better."

He chuckles. "All right, lunch it is. Come on, your food will be getting cold."

He takes my hand and leads me to the table and I try to avoid everyone's eyes.

What the hell am I doing? What the hell did I just do?

I'm guessing once again, it's pretty obvious, because the smile Silver was wearing earlier disappears and the tension around the table notches up several degrees.

Luckily, my aunt is obviously a pro at handling surly alphas because she takes over the reins of the conversation, leaving me free to mop up my food and listen to what they have to say.

Both packs have strong interests in real estate, although Pack Boston also deals in security while York stocks and shares.

It's clear their business dealings must cross. Is this the source of their animosity then? Business deals gone sour. I look from one to the other.

I don't think so. Every time their eyes lock, pure hatred crackles in the air and my omega heart squeaks.

Whatever it is, their dislike for one another runs deep.

* * *

As soon asI'm back in our apartment, I make a dash for my bedroom. Courtney, however, blocks my way.

"Uh uh," she says, wagging her finger at me. "Oh no, you don't. Time to spill the tea."

"Tea?" I say, as innocently as I can muster.

Courtney scowls at me. "You were always rubbish at lying, Bea. That's why me and the other cousins stopped telling you whenever we were getting up to naughty shit. Your face was always enough to give us away."

I lift my hands to my cheeks. "Not true."

"So true. And it's written all over your face right now."

I try my best to stare her out but in the end it's me who caves first.

"Fine." My shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine."

"So …"

"So, I may, accidentally, have kissed them."

"Them?"

"Yes."

"Who is them?"

"Silver." I swallow. "And Axel."

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