Page 82 of Pack Rivals, Part One

The omega.

I have my own office on the floor. Axel insisted on it. If I sit with the door open, I have a direct view of the little thing, perched on a chair tapping away on her keyboard.

She's like a small bird. All tiny, breakable bones; soft and strokeable. Plus she makes these chirpy noises as she types. Noises I don't think she's aware she's making.

Wonder if she makes those in bed.

Shit, I'd like to find out.

But Axel and Connor have made it clear. Can't touch.

Nope, I can't play with this one. She's special.

I've never seen an omega work.

Usually, they want you to wait on them. Fetch them shit. Feed them shit. Talk to them and shit.

Axel and Connor are good at that crap.

Me, I'm good at the rutting.

Not a lot else.

I swing my feet up onto my desk and tug my switchblade from my pocket. I flick the blade up and down, watching her through the gap in the door.

She's captivating in the way a sunrise is. Different colors, different textures. Never the same. Always catching me by surprise.

Plus I love the way she's fighting. I can see it from here as I watch her. Fighting all the time. Her body, her reactions, her emotions.

I like a fighter.

It's not visible but I can see she's battered and bruised. On the inside. Like me.

Yet, just like me, she's back on her feet. Ready for another day. Another sunrise.

I balance my knife on the table, resting the blade on its tip and spinning it around in my hand. The metal catches the light, sending beams cascading across the office.

I bet it was that ex-boyfriend.

I told Connor he should do some digging.

He's told me to keep out of it.

Probably for the best. If I learn anything bad, I'll be wanting to sink this blade between the man's ribs.

Axel emerges from his office, a bundle of papers in his hands. His eyes dart to the omega, lingering there as he soaks her up, then goes to speak to Mrs. Finch.

He's been doing that a lot. Finding reasons to leave his office and go stare at the omega.

It's driving Mrs. Finch mad.

I laugh and the noise catches his attention. He frowns, then strides over to my office, closing the door behind him.

I huff.

"You're blocking my view, asshole."

Axel peers behind him. "You're a pervert, you know that."

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