Finally, she arrives, and my heart stops beating. The most beautiful-looking woman I have ever seen stands at the doorway, and every alpha at the table draws a breath.
She has long brown hair and hazel-green eyes that shine as bright as jade. Her short dress leaves little to the imagination as she leans against the wall, assessing every member of the Whitefang Pack as if we’re her equal.
Her jade eyes fall on me, and I am ashamed to be the first to glance the other way. My father would chastise me now if he knew I let an omega get the better of me, but this is no ordinary omega.
She has all the strength of an alpha, and she could definitely run circles around the four of us.
She is definitely running circles around me, but I’m a beta. Normally, my designation is more dominant than hers, but I cannot match her fire.
She is a true force to be reckoned with, and maybe Killian needs to watch his back around this one.
Fionn gives a low whistle, and then he starts panting like an Irish setter as he stands to greet our guest. Ted shoves him back down into his seat, scowling at the omega. He has a history with omegas, and I know her arrival is wreaking havoc on his sanity.
“So, you’re Killian’s pack?” she remarks.
None of us answer. I think we’re all just a little stunned by her boldness. We’re not used to people speaking so freely around us. We have a reputation.
While we may seem like a typical pack, we are criminals. We have killed men for far less crimes.
The omega should learn her place.
Killian clicks his jaw, and his eyes almost resemble stalactites as he glares at her. “You are late.”
His icy tone makes us freeze. Ted tenses as he doesn’t remove his grip from Fionn’s arm. Fionn keeps his eyes on the omega, while I gaze into my tea.
The omega shrugs. “Well, you didn’t expect me to come to dinner in just your shirt, did you? I had to improvise.”
She juts out her hip, and all eyes fall on her belt.
She has fastened a leather belt around Killian’s shirt, making it resemble a dress, but that’s not what my pack brothers are looking at.
They are staring at her curves. The belt accentuates her hourglass shape, and it appears she has rendered them speechless. Even Killian breaks a sweat and nothing ever cracks his icy exterior.
Killian peers up at her eyes once again, rising to his feet so he can pull out a chair. He’s still a world-class gentleman, coming from old money. He was taught to show respect.
But I know he’s resisting the urge to wrap his long fingers around her neck. No one challenges his authority.
The omega graciously takes the seat he offered, and that’s when her gaze lands on the bowl. She licks her lips. “Ooh, I do love balls... I mean,meatballs…"
I palm my face.
Fionn snorts, and Ted whacks him across the head. Killian smirks as he lifts the lid from the bowl, placing a generous amount of spaghetti and meatballs onto her plate.
“Well, bon appétit.”
She beams. “Fuck, yeah! Oh, do you have that cheese that smells like feet? Iloveme some feet-smelling cheese.”
Fionn guffaws, slamming his hand against the table as he makes the cutlery shake. Ted growls while I slurp my tea.
Killian’s mouth twitches, and it almost looks like a smile. “Do you mean parmesan? And yes, we do. Here.”
He grabs the bottle of grated parmesan cheese, sprinkling it over her spaghetti and meatballs. The omega licks her lips yet again, and I have to look away. I am having strange reactions to her body, ones that don’t make much sense to me.
Sure, she’s beautiful, and any man would find her stunning, but can a beta be this attracted to an omega?
My cock hardens, but I focus on my jasmine tea, imagining I’m back in my garden meditating.
We have a garden on the roof.