I can hear the smile in her voice. “You’re a very confident Alpha.” Hearing her call me that makes me smile, and it makes the sting of the day feel a little less heavy.
“Keep flirting with me, sweet girl, and I’ll drive over to your place tonight.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“Goodnight, Kelsey,” I say.
“Goodnight, Shyla,” she replies and the phone goes dead. I sigh as Emmett places the wine glass in my hand. I take a sip and he sits down, staring at me.
“You know she’s the one, right?”
I sigh and sip again. “Yeah, I know.”
***
“Emmett, stop bouncing your knee up and down,” I say, pushing my hand down on top of his leg as my driver takes us to Kelsey’s house. Usually I would have Emmett drive, but we couldn’t decide who would sit next to Kelsey, so here we are all in the backseat.
“Sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“You know you have nothing to be nervous about,” I tell him.
“You didn’t see Dom and Cameron. She has a date with them later this week. What if it doesn’t all work out, and she chooses them over us?” he says frantically. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have the same concern. It’s clear that she and Dom have history. But one Alpha and two Omegas. There’s just no fucking way. A dynamic like that needs more, more members and certainly more than one Alpha.
“It will be fine. We have a very clear connection with Kelsey. We just need to see where it goes.”
“Ugh,” he groans, putting his head on my shoulder. I lightly play with his hair as the car parks in Kelsey’s driveway. We don’t even get a chance to get out and knock on Kelsey’s door. She’s already locking the door behind her and skipping out to the car.
She looks stunning, wearing a light green sundress, strappy brown sandals and her hair up and out of her face. A tote bag hung over her shoulder. A ridiculous amount of pleasure shoots through me.She wants to stay the night.
I barely open the door and she has her hand on it. “Hi!” she says brightly, her cheeks pinkening from realizing how over excited she is.
Emmett and I both smile at her. “Hi, ready to go?” I ask. She nods her head, climbing in and shutting the door. We give her the middle seat because Emmett and I are greedy and both want to be touching our Omega.
I’m not sure when I started referencing her like that, but I can’t stop myself. She will be mine.
“So, where are we going for dinner?” she asks.
“Chart House,” Emmett says, one of his hands on her thigh. Mine mirrors his on her other thigh.
“Oh, I’ve never been. Am I dressed okay?”
I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You look gorgeous. Thank you for agreeing to this date with us. I’ve been looking forward to it since we met at Sweet Nectar.”
“Me too. I um, I hadn’t done anything like that before. But I’m really glad it was worth the risk.”
“Me too,” I say, lightly gripping her chin and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. When we part, her eyes are still closed, and I tilt her chin to Emmett. “I think our Omega wants a kiss, Emmett.”
He smiles before kissing Kelsey and watching them together has me wanting to cancel dinner and take her right back to our place. But we need to court her. She needs to understand her worth and we need to prove that she can be what she wants. Whether that includes this other couple she is interested in, I would never refuse her from exploring her options. It’s always been my opinion that Omegas are the center of the pack, their happiness reflects throughout the pack. If I can bring her all the joy she desires, it will ripple through the rest of the pack.
“A girl can definitely get used to being snuggled in between you two.”
“That’s the plan,” I say, my grip tightening on her thigh and slightly moving toward her pussy. I wonder if she wore a scent pad, or if she’s going to let me scent her all night long.
My question is answered as Kelsey shifts in her seat and blueberries infiltrate every square inch of the car. I can tell the driver is distracted, and I get pissed. He stares in the rearview, looking at Kelsey.
“Eyes on the road.” He glares at me and then looks back to the front of the vehicle. It’s then that I notice his hand going toward his crotch. With my pack’s safety in mind, I play it smart. “I didn’t catch your name,” I say.
“Enzo.”