CHAPTER 12
OLIVE
I’m goingto miss Brock, I decide. Our banter was easy and enjoyable, and I could swear he blushed when I teased him about his expensive setup.
If I had time to get to know him, I have a feeling I could fall for him, grumpy attitude and all.
But that’s not the reality we live in.
“Mexico.”
He blinks. “Mexico,” he deadpans.
“Yes.”
I move closer to him, allowing his aroma to caress my inner Omega. His scent is rich and warm, with undercurrents of dark chocolate. He’s delicious, honestly.
Too bad I won’t be able to enjoy him.
“I don’t follow.” His lips form into a frown, and even then, he’s darkly handsome. His ruggedness is a stark contrast from the other two Alphas; with a full beard and dark brown eyes, he has the looks of a scoundrel, even if he has the brain of a programmer.
“Take me to Mexico. It’s not that far of a drive from here. That way, you, Dylan, and Killian won’t have to face any legal repercussions.”
He frowns. “What will you do inMexico?”
“I can hide. There are forums about safe places harboring Omegas. I could—”
“Do you understand what you’re saying?” He demands, standing up and glaring down at me. “You can barely walk, and you’d be all alone in a foreign country—”
His anger surprises me but doesn’t deter me. Since when does he care what happens to me?
“Okay, then we wait until my foot heals. I don’t understand the problem.”
“No, youdon’t!” He hisses, and I shake my head in disbelief, incensed.
“Why does it matter? You’ll have me out of here, like you wanted! Just take me across the border. I can hide in your trunk—”
“What?!” His anger flares, his scent deepening as he glares daggers at me.
Now he doesn’t want me to leave?
I stand up, craning my neck to look at him. “Do you have a better plan besidesEden?” I demand, trying to not lose my temper. “Or you can drop me back off at the place Killian found me, and—”
“Olive.” He runs his hands through his hair, his eyes wide. “That’s adeathsentence for you.Mexico? By yourself? You can’t run to an embassy if something happens, you’ll run out of suppressants—"
He’s not making any sense, and I want to slap him.
“Brock.Please. I can’t stay here!”
“Youcan!” He yells, exasperated. “Of course you can stay here!”
I shake my head, bewildered. “You don’t want me here,” I say. “You already said so.”
He sighs and his eyes darken, leaving me more confused than ever. “I want you here.” He whispers.
It shouldn’t feel like a victory. Somehow, I won over a man who wanted nothing to do with me. It only complicates my plans, but I can’t stop the flutter in my stomach.
Alpha wants us!