“What the fuck, Miles?” I demand, yanking him toward me and then letting go so he stumbles.
“I thought this is what you wanted,” he counters, refusing to back off even though we both know I’m stronger. “You said she was the perfect omega for us.”
“Yes, but I didn’t say to bring her straight home. Fuck. What were you thinking? At least a little warning would have been nice.”
Miles smirks, and it takes everything in me not to punch that smug expression off his stupid fucking face. I haven’t been in many fights since we all finished high school and set out on our own. Even still, my fists are clenching, muscles warming up, in case things turn physical.
Does my packmate realize how badly he screwed this up for me? Does he even care?
“Relax,” Miles says with a nervous chuckle as he takes a couple steps back. At least he’s finally realized how serious this is. “I’m sure Violet understands. It’s not like you knew she was coming.”
“Does she actually understand, though? Or are you just trying to get out of here before I can rearrange your face?”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll go explain while you… uh.” He glances toward my limp dick, deflated mid-grind. “Go clean yourself up.”
He leaves before I can say anything else. What more is there even to say? Besides, I don’t want to waste all night talking to him when I should be making this up to Violet.
“Fuck that guy,” I murmur to myself as I head into the adjoined bathroom and grab a towel.
I crank the dial hard, wanting maximum heat so the shower’s scalding darts can bring me back to center.
I’m not the guy who loses his cool. Noah’s the one with the temper. I’m the one who excels at keeping his shit together. That’s why I’m the de facto head of Pack Muldoon, and that’s why I represent our business both with investors and in the boardroom.
But something about Violet gets under my skin. I just met her and already I’m losing it.
Sending Miles to San Francisco was a mistake. I realize that now, and I should have known before, given how eager he’s always been to play house with whatever adoring female he can find.
Then again, what’s done is done, and there’s no undoing it now. I just hope my newly forged obsession can transform itself into something more stable, more real.
Violet is ours now. Forever.
God, I hope I didn’t fuck this whole thing up already.
VIOLET
The first thing I notice about Alpha Archer is that he’s covered in tattoos. He also has a naked woman straddling him in reverse cowgirl, which you’d think would be what I see first.
But no, I’m instantly drawn to him.
And the look that crosses his face when he sees me standing in the doorway beside Miles is nothing short of horrified. His stormy blue eyes seek mine out, but I instantly drop my gaze, afraid of what he’ll see if he looks too closely.
Instead I study the artwork that adorns his naked body.
A sun on his shoulder made of black ink and wavy rays. A more colorful piece on his bicep—looks like a plane flying in front of a setting sun. My eyes drop lower and lower until… Oh, God. I’m staring, aren’t I?
A part of me I’ve long neglected throbs in recognition. There’s my alpha, it says.
My insides clench with a sickening and unwanted mixture of anxiety and desire.
This is what your body is made for, that voice inside me shouts, so loud I wonder if the others can hear it too.
But no, this insanity is safely concealed within me.
Miles is sweet, and I can’t help but like him. Whatever this is with Archer, though, it’s dangerous for all of us.
How am I going to resist these men long enough to get away from them? Thank God I have the birth control treatments coming, but what if that’s not enough? What if I still fall pregnant anyway? I somehow managed to conceive with another omega, after all. That wasn’t supposed to be possible either.
What am I going to do?