Page 62 of Broken Omega

“Donnie, what are you—” he starts, his voice tight.

“Give me a second,” I call back to him, cutting him off.

There’s something utterly bewitching about this woman. I want to get closer. I need to see what it feels like to have her turn those beautiful, foxy eyes on me.

Unfortunately, it seems I’m not the only guy who’s chasing Blondie’s attention. The academy guard with the deep scowl on his face brings out my protective side. I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but he’s not worthy of this woman’s time. Unless he’s the one she’s about to unalive.

She stops in her tracks, her gaze softening abruptly as her eyes fall on me.

There’s a question on her crimson-painted lips as her sparkling sapphire eyes meet my stare.

Then, the guard puts his hand around her wrist, and I growl at him.

“Hey,” I snap, capturing his attention instantly. “Hands off!”

Before I go get a bone saw and take them off …

He looks me over with narrowed eyes, ignoring me. “Get lost. This isn’t your business. The party’s over. You can leave now.”

“That’s funny,” the blonde says to him. “I was about to say the same thing to you.”

He frowns at her, and her gaze sears through him until he lets her go.

“Fucking cock-tease bitch,” he mutters as he walks away.

I’ve never had a stronger urge to chase after a guy to smack him down, and I’ve worked in strip clubs. Unfortunately for me, smashing assholes’ faces into the ground isn’t quite as acceptable in my new career as it was in the old one.

So, I have to settle for staring at him until he disappears.

I don’t stop watching until I can’t see him anymore, which is probably only possible because there’s a crowd gathered a few feet behind where we’re standing. The guests from the social event are apparently evacuating the building to allow the academy’s security to go through their standard procedures.

I turn back to Blondie to find her staring at me in wide-eyed shock.

This woman is beyond gorgeous. Deep, dark blue eyes, lightly sun-kissed skin, and golden-blonde hair cut to just barely brush against her collar. Those lips … I can’t fucking stand the taste of lipstick, yet I want so damn badly to yank her into my arms and crush my mouth against those sweet lips.

If I hadn’t already come into contact with dozens of Omegas in my life, I might be tempted to believe that’s all this attraction is. I know some Betas find every Omega they come across to be completely and utterly intoxicating. I’ve never been one of those Betas. I’ve always known exactly what I wanted.

Anything less than a true mate isn’t worth chasing.

I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to meet more than one, but fate smiled on me when he gave me Frost and River, and I think she’s smiling on me again now.

As much as I love my mates, something’s been missing.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, but now that I see her, I feel like I know.

We’ve been stumbling around in the dark. This woman’s the light we’ve been searching for.

She’s what completes our picture of a happy pack, and the start of family.

That’s why fate brought us out here tonight, when there was really nothing left for us to do.

She was here. She’s why we’re here.

I take in a breath, and I’m rewarded with the most delicate perfume I’ve ever breathed in.

Fucking hell, yes. She smells like cherries.

I growl lightly as I stare into her darkening eyes. She feels it, too. I can see it in her gaze.

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