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“When we bring Harley home, then they can have their uprising,” Ace says as he enters the room, dropping his gym bag.

“I like the sound of that,” Dash says, and I agree.

It’s not an if...it’s a when we bring her home.

Because we will.

CHAPTER 6

HARLEY

I smile at myself in the mirror. My red lipstick is on point. My earrings, my necklace. My old favorite jeans and my Black Sabbath tee cut at the midriff, showing off my belly piercing.

I can’t believe they let us have our old clothes back. And that they still fit. Even though my body has changed slightly since my designation, I can still squeeze my ass into these jeans.

“Ugh, I don’t get how you can like that,” Veronica sneers at me.

I run my fingers through my hair and smirk at her. “You’re just jealous that I look better than you.” Her plain white shirt and black slacks give nothing away. No style, no taste. It’s boring. She doesn’t even have to wear a uniform here. She’s supposed to blend in with the omegas and make it not feel like a prison but a house. But if she keeps on wearing those outfits, people will start to think this is a hospital.

“Jonathan’s only letting you do this because you set off all the alphas in Crescent City. The lower-class packs are up in arms over your little impromptu speech, demanding to meet with you. Wanting you to be allowed to be yourself.

“So, I don’t know why you’re smiling. Most of the packs you’ve been seeing don’t have the money to take care of an omega. The requirements for what a pack must have to even enter the lottery has been scrapped. Most don’t even have a nest for an omega.”

It’s obvious that the change in rules is a consequence of the statements Storm and I made on Sunday. But I don’t care what the rules were before. The packs I’ve met have been so much better than the elite get. Hell, one was a pack of elite alphas. But if she’s saying the requirements have been scrapped, then they probably saw this as their only chance of an omega. Not that I accepted their bid, as such. I passed on them.

I’ve passed on them all, waiting for my blueberry pancakes to come. But today is the last day. Jonathan will put any names he wants in the lottery, and even though I know the way to make my dreams come true, I won’t be able to do it without their name and a ticket.

The other Omegas in the house have made themselves scarce. I’ve been so tired after meeting so many alphas, my eyes have been shut before I have a chance to sneak out and see Gage. The only time I saw him this week was Sunday. I didn’t even get a chance to tell him about what Dahlia did. But I’ll tell him tonight.

This morning, I found a leaf on my pillow, and I know it was him. He snuck in to let me know he’s still here. He’s still thinking of me. I hold it now in my pocket.

“I guess that means I’m going to get the perfect pack, then. I don’t need a nest. I just need the pack that’s perfect for me.”

Veronica laughs, and I can see she’s enjoying herself.

I walk out of my room to where Storm is waiting for me. She’s wearing a gold glittery off-the-shoulder top and large hoop earrings. I wolf whistle, and she spins on the spot.

“Not bad yourself, girl.” She winks over at me, and I spin too. “Your ass looks hella fine.”

“Both of you, stop,” Jonathan yells, and we turn to him as he strolls into the room wearing that dark tailored suit that shows off every inch of his body. He’s huge. Dark and handsome. Ugh...he knows how he looks too. He glances at me and grunts at my outfit choice. Whatever, Mr. Pompous Asshole. His eyes find Storm, and I watch as they lazily roll over her body.

“Like something you see?” she teases him as she runs her fingers down her side, hip, and the top of her thigh.

He growls low and deep, and she whimpers. “Storm,” he barks out in warning, but it’s too late. Her perfume floods the room, and she reaches out and touches his chest. My eyes widen, and I hold my breath; the pheromones coming off him are intense, and my instincts to run are high.

What the fuck is happening? He’s...he’s head of the Omega House with the rest of his pack. They’re an unmated pack, but they have to be, working around so many omegas. If they were to bring the scent of another omega home to their own, they would be in a lot of trouble. But they’re not to touch us. They sure as hell can’t be as close as he is to her right now.

He’s an elite. She’s beta-born. But in this moment, I don’t think either of them cares.

I know, for a fact, he can’t enter the lottery while he runs the Omega House. But with the elite, the rules never seem to matter. He moves into her space and grabs her hip. She whimpers again, nuzzling into his chest, and I watch him as he dips his head down to her. He’s going to scent mark her. I gasp.

“Jonathan?” Veronica squeaks, and he freezes.

The whole room grows silent, and no one moves. I don’t even breathe until he steps away. He looks back at Veronica, then me, and strolls out of the room like nothing happened.

I’m not sure what I just witnessed. Is Storm into Jonathan? Sure, she messes around a lot and gets into trouble, and Jonathan is usually the one handing out punishments. But maybe she wants him to punish her in a different way.

Maybe she flirts with Frankie as a way to push Jonathan’s buttons, and the whole time I thought there was something between the beta and her, it was just a coverup.

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