My body freezes when I scent Sebastian on the other side of the door, and I can just envision him now: dark, obsidian eyes penetrating the wood.
I doubt he will allow me the time to have a shower; I doubt Roman will after the other night. We can’t have him getting hangry with me again.
It looks like I have no choice. I’m going to have to open the door. Peering into the mirror beside me, I fix up my hair, scowling at the blinking red light of my tracker.
I hate it. It marks me as dangerous.
Putting the tracker out of my mind, I open the door, and there I meet Sebastian’s emotionless face on the other side.
“Dinner is ready,” he intones in his robotic voice.
I breathe a sigh. “Okay.”
I step out into the hall, shutting the door gently behind me with a click. Sebastian stiffens, and then he flares his nostrils, gazing down at me. His eyes narrow in suspicion.
Shoot. It looks like he has caught Isaac’s scent. Sebastian’s own scent was all over the shirt too, and why? Do they hug a lot or something? It’s hard to imagine Sebastian hugging anyone.
The alpha doesn’t care to bring up Isaac’s scent. He just sweeps away down the hall, and I blink, wondering how anyone can move so fast.
It was like he just wanted to get away from me.
I rush after him, and we soon arrive at the dining table. Isaac greets me with a wide toothy smile when I take my seat. “Hey, kitten! Glad you could join us again.”
I smile nervously. Let’s just hope he doesn’t catch his own scent on me.
Roman glances down the table at me, and I freeze under his scrutinizing gaze. Thank God we sit so far from each other. I don’t want him catching Isaac’s scent on me too.
He won’t want me anywhere near his pack again if he knew what I got up to last night with Isaac’s shirt. The tracker continues to blink around my neck, a show of my guilt, and it weighs me down, reminding me of my crimes.
I’m a bad omega after all. I should be punished.
Slick drips between my legs at the thought of one of them punishing me next, and now I blow out a slow breath, my mind spinning. Sweat drips down my temple, and did it just get hot in here?
“I see you’ve gotten to work just like I asked,” Roman remarks matter of factly next, lifting his spoon to his mouth.
I resist the urge to watch as he tastes his soup, and I can’t deal with the sight of him right now. His lips are chiseled and perfectly formed, and I wonder what they would feel like between my legs...
Behave yourself, Dove.
Instead of looking at him, I hang my head, keeping my eyes on my own soup. “Yes, alpha.”
The three of them tense, and I don’t miss the way Isaac and Sebastian glance at Roman. Sebastian looks ready to launch his soup at him.
Roman sighs, placing his spoon down. “Please, call me Roman, Dove. Alpha is too formal.”
I finally find the courage to look at him, meeting his brown eyes. “Really?”
His chocolate gaze settles me, and the look he gives me next sends a shiver down my spine. It’s almost predatory, and my heart thumps against my ribs.
I swear he even inhales a little.
“Yes. Anyone who can make Grandma laugh like that again at least deserves to address me by name.”
The blood rushes to my head, and I blush, smiling down at my carrot soup.
He just gave me a compliment, and I don’t know how to take it. I am not used to getting praise from an alpha, and I won’t deny that it fills me with gushy pride.
Omegas crave validation from their alphas after all, and now my heart flutters as I try to contain my excitement.