Page 15 of Omegas Don't Cry

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Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Sexy As Sin Alpha with the shaved hairdo and perfectly square jaw.I’m an omega, and my first heat is in two weeks. So cut me some slick.

Slack. I mean slack. Of course I did.

They’re all so good-looking. Even Sebastian with his gloomy Grim Reaper vibes. He’s like a young, hot version of Severus Snape, and my omega body can’t handle his broodiness.

Then there’s sun-baked grass guy on my left. The one with bright green eyes and happy vibes. I think his name is Isaac, and he’s so opposite from his friend, it’s giving me whiplash.

He has a shock of brown hair that makes him look as if he got to third base with a power socket, and he’s gorgeous too.

But I won’t let them get to me with their chiseled good looks and their broody attitudes that girls just die for. I can resist them. I won’t be a slave to my body or three handsome alphas.

The Jeep arrives at an arched gate, and my jaw hits the floor when I spy a mansion across a wide green lawn.

This is where they live? Why on earth did they even need to kill me if they live like princes? They have money already. This is so messed up.

But I bet the house only looks good on the outside. I bet it’s rotten inside, just like they are.

A man lets us through at the gate, and then we drive down a long gravel road. They have a circular front-drive and a fancy water fountain with cherubs, and it's all so beautiful.

The front of the house is draped in ivy, and is that honeysuckle? It’s like a fairy-tale dream come true.

A girl could really enjoy herself at a place like this.

The driver stops the engine of the Jeep, and then he glances over his shoulder at me. The look in his light brown eyes says it all.

He hates me. They all do.

So, why didn’t they just kill me when they all had the chance? Why bother letting me live at all? Why bring me back to their grand estate?

I am all sorts of confused right now.

“Cover her eyes with something,” the whiskey-scented alpha hisses through a set of perfectly white teeth.

Those teeth would feel great between my thighs.

Stop, Dove!

Isaac jerks. “Cover her with what exactly?”

The driver sighs. “Anything. Just so long as she doesn’t see where we’re taking her.”

Oh, now I see. They want to blindfold me so I can’t escape their big, fancy house. How kind of them. The jackasses.

Isaac exhales, yanking out a cloth from his back pocket, and now I sit perfectly still as he blindfolds me.

Now I can no longer see.

The alpha falls completely still once he covers my eyes, and I’m sure he stops breathing. The swathe of cloth he fastened around my eyes has his heady, grassy scent, and I could lose myself in his intoxicating aroma.

No one moves, and I bite my lip in frustration, drawing blood. Well, are we going to get this show on the road? Why do they torture me like this?

I know I will regret those thoughts later when they do actually torture me.

“Well, let’s go, kitten,” Isaac says.

Kitten? Please. I’m no kitten.

Isaac pulls me out of the Jeep, and I try not to notice how gentle he is being with me. It’s probably in my head, but it appears he truly doesn’t want to cause me harm.


Tags: Violet Fox Paranormal