There. His shirt just became a dress.
I still have no panties. I guess his boxers will do.
I slip on a pair of tighty whities, twirling before the mirror as I gaze at my reflection. Not bad. I always knew how to accessorize after all.
I glance at his Rolex on the nightstand as I think about wearing that too, but that would be taking it a tad far.
So I leave through the door, heading down to dinner.
Time to meet the rest of the Whitefang Pack.
Chapter 9
Hiroshi
“Prettypleasewithfetacheese on top?”
“No! We wait for the omega,thenwe eat,” Ted scolds Fionn.
Fionn groans, running his fingers through his thick red hair. He’s gettinghangry, and that’s never a good sign. If he doesn’t eat soon, then he will flip the table. He may even eat the tablecloth like a goat.
He already has the beard.
I sigh, sipping my tea. It’s like this every night: Ted scolding Fionn as he makes an epic mess at the table.
Killian sits opposite me, sipping his wine coolly as Ted and Fionn argue like an old married couple.
Ted warned us that the omega was a looker, but I think I can handle myself. I’m a beta, after all, much to my father’s disappointment. I’m immune to an omega’s charm.
So it’s up to me to keep the others in check. That’s kind of my role in the pack. The peacekeeper. I’m naturally zen. It may be because I’m well versed in all forms of meditation, but I never lose my temper.
Instead, I watch from the sidelines as the more rambunctious members of our pack steal the limelight. I’m happy to give others the limelight. It’s been that way my whole life with my siblings. I was always forgotten about.
I have three alpha brothers. I was the black sheep of the family, being born beta, even though my mother was an omega.
It happens from time to time. An alpha can buy an omega from the best breeding stock, yet she may still produce him a less than desirable child.
It’s a gamble, and it looks like my father lost that one. I have never met the woman who gave birth to me, and I probably never will.
I’ve heard horror stories of what happens to omegas if they don’t produce the strongest offspring, and I push all thoughts of my birth mother aside, focusing on my jasmine tea.
Fionn scoffs when he spies my drink of choice. “Jasmine tea, H? Seriously? You’re meant to drinkwinewith pasta.”
I ignore him, drinking my jasmine tea. “I don’t drink alcohol. You know that, Fionn.”
The redhead grumbles, shaking his head as he reaches for a piece of garlic bread from a basket. Ted taps his hand away, and the aghast look that Fionn gives him next almost makes me crack.
Damn, he’s melodramatic at times. Has he ever considered performing in a play?
The sound of footsteps has us all rising to attention next. It appears the omega has finally surfaced.
She took a little longer than expected. Killian gave her ten minutes, but it has been twenty-five. There’s no missing the ice in my boss’s eyes, and I almost feel sorry for the omega.
Killian Whitefang is not an alpha you want to piss off. Those long slender fingers of his can cause some serious harm.
A sweet smell of cinnamon reaches my nose, and I almost choke. I got a sniff of her before, but that had been faint. But this... it’s almost pure, undiluted.
Cinnamon in its finest form.