Page 30 of Omega's Reign

“You could just seduce him and make him fall so madly in love with you that there is no other option.” Wesley rests his hand on my knee, gently squeezing and sending tingles blooming up my thighs. “It worked on me.”

Tipping my head back, I laugh out loud, my voice ringing through the air. I expected things to be more difficult than they are, but I guess my betas kind of have been expecting this. They’ve known Beckett forever. They had their suspicions when he suggested that they hire an alpha bodyguard. I think it was his need to prove his worthiness that really kept him from speaking his mind truthfully.

And it’s as if a weight has already been lifted off his shoulders. He smiles softly, for what feels like the first time in over a week.

“How about we start with being honest. This is about our pack as a whole and not Holly alone.” Beckett crosses his arms over his chest, straightening his back, looking hot and bossy even if he is only making a suggestion. The others will see it more as a command.

“You say that now but wait until someone else shows off their knot,” Isaiah says, his lips quirking in the corners with his smile. “You’ve never had to deal with another alpha vying for Holly’s attention.”

Beckett lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve dealt with dozens. Every fucking alpha in this territory has their eyes on Holly. I know how to handle myself.”

“We’ll see when it comes to a sword fight,” Jordan teases, swinging his hips. He brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss.

If they continue speaking, I might burn up and disintegrate on this couch cushion. I was more in tune with what Beckett imagined. My mind might have suggested that bringing another alpha into our pack would mean more possibilities, but I wasn’t going to assume. And my betas automatically think that because Beckett wants to bring Andrew into the pack that it means he will automatically have me.

I should be weirded out by the thought, but all it does is make me giggle and blush. God this is going to be so uncomfortable. We don’t even know if Andrew will agree, but my guys act as if there’s no other option.

“There will be no fighting. Now I want you guys to keep your mouths shut. Not a single word.” Beckett scrubs his hand through his hair, messing up the strands. “You’ll be good little betas and let us handle things.”

Jordan lifts a finger to his forehead, saluting his brother. “Yes, sir. I won’t fuck things up for Holly.”

“For us,” Beckett corrects, striding toward the door of the office where Andrew waits outside, watching protectively over the palace on my behalf.

My eyes widen, assuming what he plans to do next, the idea kicking my body into action. I hop from my seat and rush, jumping up onto his back.

I thought things would be more subtle, bringing it up more privately instead of in front of all of us. If I were Andrew, I’d run away. That’s a lot to take in without having time to process.

Beckett loses his footing and stumbles forward smacking his hands into the door. I fall away and scream, unable to catch myself before I fall on the carpet.

Commotion breaks out as Isaiah swears, getting up from his seat. The door to the office swings open and Andrew appears in the doorway, his eyes narrowed, his muscles flexing as he reaches for his weapon.

His stern features smooth out when he gets a look around, seeing that there is no threat. “My apologies. It sounded like there was an attack.”

Beckett pushes up on his knees. “There was.”

Andrew tenses again, and Wesley and Isaiah laugh out loud. Jordan gets to his feet and closes the space to me, picking me up from the floor.

“You have to be careful with this one. She will physically try to stop you from doing something she is nervous about.” Jordan cradles me like a blushing bride and kisses my temple. “I got her now. Beckett’s safe.”

Andrew cocks his head, staring at me with a dozen questions in his eyes. He’s confused about the entire situation and what my guys are speaking about.

“Oh,” Andrew says, slowly backing away toward the office door. “Again, I’m sorry for the interruption. Like I said, I thought—”

“You are a good man,” Beckett says, cutting off his second apology. “Never apologize for doing your job. There very well could’ve been an attack. You’ve seen how things are.”

Andrew relaxes, slowing down his steps so he hovers just inside the open door. “It’s unfortunate. Holly doesn’t deserve the sort of worry.”

Jordan brushes his lips to my ear. “See? He’s already sympathetic.”

I elbow him, keeping my eyes trained on Andrew. He watches me watch him; our gazes locked on each other. It’s how he always is, giving me his complete attention despite the others in the room. It sends goosebumps over my skin, my thoughts now whirling with the ideas my betas put in my mind about another alpha on our pack. It’s awkward, but only because I don’t know how Andrew will react.

“None of us do,” I say softly, hoping if I speak up that the others won’t. I wouldn’t put it past Jordan to insinuate something. “It has gotten a lot easier though, especially with you around.” There. I said something that will hopefully get a reaction.

“It is my honor to protect you,” Andrew responds, again keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“That’s exactly what we like to hear.” Beckett glances from me and to our other packmates. “It’s more important than ever. Holly needs extra support during this time, and we’re relieved that you’re here to give it. Keep up the good work.”

What is he doing? The thought scrambles around my mind as Beckett gets to his feet and motions toward the others.

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