Page 124 of Broken Omega

I turn the key and pull it open, tugging my shirt down at the front.

Don’t want my Beta mates to think I’m propositioning them. Well, at least not until they’re inside the apartment. A girl needs to draw the line somewhere.

“Sorry, we were sleeping,” I apologize as I let them in.

“We figured,” Donnie tells me, giving me a wink.

“We brought breakfast,” Frost adds, heading straight to the table with a couple of coffee shop bags.

“You also brought a friend,” I murmur, my gaze moving over the third guy curiously.

Well, all three of them are tall with dark hair, and I already know two of them are sinfully sexy.

This guy has a completely different vibe that makes me insatiably curious.

He’s hot in a more understated but ultimately more devastating way.

Killer cheekbones, semi-permanent frown, full lips that don’t look familiar with smiling. His eyes are the same warm, dark chocolate shade as his hair. And his hair is a little longer than mine. The way it’s cut, I can tell he’s used to hiding behind it.

He’s not built like he lives in a gym. He’s slim and his clothes are a little too big for him.

He feels a lot less outgoing than his friends. He hasn’t said a word so far, and all I can seem to do is stare at him. I don’t even know where to start with talking to him. It feels like I have too many questions and none of them are anywhere close to appropriate.

His dark eyes fix on Donnie, and I can instantly tell they’re together.

There’s a real submissive/dominant vibe between them.

I bite down on my lip when I imagine them alone together.

Stop thinking with your pussy, Brooke. You got knotted for hours last night.

Pulling my thoughts out of the gutter, I still can’t help staring at the quietly alluring new guy.

It’s so strange. I didn’t meet him before, but I think he was with them. Both times.

Donnie moves to my side and pushes the door gently. I only realize I was still holding it open when I see it close.Right, the door.I should probably be more concerned about keeping it shut, especially when I’m standing around in nothing more than a T-shirt.

He locks the door, and I give him a flash of a smile. “Thanks.”

It’s a little embarrassing. I spaced out completely when I laid eyes on his boyfriend.

And, if I’m honest, I’m still distracted by his presence.

There’s something so compelling about him.

“You two haven’t been introduced,” Donnie says, making me so damn grateful that someone’s taking charge. “Brooke, this is River. He helped rescue you from Goldcrest.”

So, hewasthere. I give him a smile, turning my gaze back to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, River,” I start, losing my ability to speak when his gaze finally breaks away from Donnie, and those dark eyes lock with mine.

That’s the instant that I feel it.

He’s mine, just like they are.

Well, no.

He’s not mine in exactly the same way they are, I realize as another soft, sweet scent rises over the familiar cherry tint of my own perfume. He feels so different from his friends because he is.

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