I almost cry for joy as I go to wrap my arms around my Teddybear, but then he pushes me away, rejecting my love once again.
“I didn’t make cinnamon buns, dipshit. It’s anomega.Killian bought her from the strip club. The guy had no money, so he paid in other ways.”
An omega? Oh, fuck. I hope her arrival hasn’t triggered him. Especially after what that bitch Beatrice did to him three years ago.
Still. That scent. I’ve never smelled anything so mouth-watering, and I hope that omega looks as good as she smells.
Silence befalls the three of us. Meanwhile, Ted’s sauce boils on the stove, and it’s justbeggingto be eaten.
Eat me, Fionn. Eat me.
Anyhow...
Hiroshi is the first to speak. “He knows that harboring an omega is against the law, right?”
More silence. But then it’s broken by my loud guffaw, and both Ted and Hiroshi flinch.
“Please! The police won’t come anywhere near us. Weownthose pigs.”
Ted grunts. “Be that as it may, Fionn, having that omega here still causes problems. She makes us vulnerable, weak. We will be prime suspects for a lot of packs now.”
When haven’t we been? Packs from all around have tried their hands at knocking us down many times, yet we still always win in the end.
“There are alphas out there who would kill for a chance to knot an omega,” Hiroshi remarks, and his voice is deadpan once again.
He makes a valid point. I’ve heard they go into a breeding frenzy at those illegal heat farms, and it truly makes me sick.
I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Sure, omegas are pretty, but if I had to choose between sex and food...
Okay, that would be a hard one, but knotting an omega has never really been a desire of mine. Not since my wee baby sister manifested as an omega three years ago.
Thanks to her big brother, she lives a life undetected. With the help of my pack, we got her a nice apartment in the city, and now she’s writing stories for some fancy schmancy magazine.
She always wanted to be a writer, and she’s finally living her dream.
I’ve never been more proud.
But not all omegas are so lucky. I would like to think that Killian’s reasons for bringing her here are noble, but I know that alpha. When he sees something he wants, he takes it, and I clench my fists.
Shit.
No. I have faith in my boss. The man is a big softie deep down. He may act cold on the surface, but I bet he just wanted to rescue her from that strip club.
How the hell had the poor thing managed to survive in that pit for so long? Were her tipsthatgood?
If she looks as good as she smells, then I’m not surprised about the tips.
Fair enough. We will give our fair leader the benefit of the doubt.
But first things first; it’s time to eat.
I’m fucking starving.
Chapter 8
Ravyn
Iignorethewarmsmells of food as I close my eyes, wishing my stomach would just stop.