Page 137 of Broken Omega

“Let me check under the sink.”

He moves to the counter and opens the cupboard.

“We’re in luck.” He waves a full container of dish soap at me, before he sets it down at the side of the sink. “Hand it over.”

“I kind of don’t have anything else to wear,” I tell him.

“Well, you either want the stain out of your pristine Armani shirt, or you’re too rich to care.”

I unbutton it, not sure it’s a great idea but hating the thought of ruining it when I just got it.

“Interesting choice, Mr. Rich.”

I laugh. “I’m not really rich.”

“You were approved for entry to the country’s most elite academy, weren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“That makes you rich. I’m gonna assume you’re not a billionaire if you don’t think you’re rich, but believe me, you’re loaded.”

I take the shirt off and hand him it, glad my body’s partly hidden behind the table.

He’s pretty built, and Frost is even more jacked. Donnie takes the shirt, and I can feel his gaze burning my skin for a few seconds while I pretend not to notice.

I wait for the Beta who thinks he should have been an Alpha comment, but it doesn’t come.

“If you wanna know how to get a soda stain out, this is how,” he tells me, as he runs the tap and starts filling the sink. “Soak in hot water. Wash with dish soap. It’s easy, and as long as you catch it fast, it works every time.”

I raise an eyebrow at River. He shrugs at me.

“Did you learn that from a commercial audition?” River asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Donnie laughs. “Nah. My grandma insisted on teaching me every little household tip she knew when I was a kid. It’s not the first time this one’s come in handy.”

“Well, thanks,” I tell him.

“River, will you text Frost and ask him to bring back a shirt for Kellan? This might take a while to dry once the stain’s out.”

“Doing it now,” River says, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“That would be awesome, thanks.”

River shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

I guess it’s not. These are decent guys. Maybe it’s not going to be so hard to be with them.

Maybe Donnie’s right that Frost’s just kind of a dick because he’s tired.

I can only hope.

FROST

The supermarket is pretty small, but I pick out food that should last a couple days between the five of us. I find a market stall when I leave the store, and pick up a cheap shirt for the other Alpha who apparently stained his designer shirt the minute I left the apartment.

It’s getting close to midday as I head back there, well past the time where I’m usually in bed asleep.

My phone starts to ring, and I roll my eyes as I bring it out of my pocket.

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