“I think it’s great that so many Omegas can find things they are passionate about and be able to work from home,” Emmett says.
“Yeah, it’s kinda bullshit how society has made Omegas so codependent on the other designations,” I say, taking a page from Shyla’s book and sipping my wine.
“Do you feel like you are forced to get a pack?” Dom asks me. I watch as Shyla stops glaring at him to hear my answer.
“No, not forced. But my body demands it as well as society. I want a pack because I have a lot of love to give and would like it in return.” I watch as Dom and Shyla both visibly surrender. As soon as we got to the restaurant, it seemed like before we sat down there was bad blood. Not a specific trigger, more so a pissing contest. Willing and ready to push the limits of this date. “Everyone here is also looking for a pack, yes?”
Everyone nods their head. Dom’s the least enthusiastic of the bunch. I give him a glare, and he looks away, seemingly ashamed of how he’s acting. Both he and Shyla are acting like neither of them is good enough for me, and it’s complete bullshit.
We’re saved from the awkwardness slightly as the waitress brings us our appetizers and we all eat in uncomfortable silence. Emmett’s soup looks fucking delicious, so I can’t help myself. “Can I try?” I ask him. He grins, loads his spoon up with the perfect bite, and puts it in my mouth. I moan as the lobster bisque goodness melts on my tongue. When I look up, everyone at the table is staring at me.
“You’re gonna make everyone at this table cream themselves if you keep making noises like that,” Emmett says, a big smile still plastered on his face.
My cheeks heat, and I look over at Shyla. “Don’t be embarrassed, Kelsey. You’re an Omega. These things happen. Also, your scent is really fucking strong.” I watch as her nails clutch against her stem glass and look over at Dom.
Begrudgingly, he agrees. “She’s right, I noticed it the other day. Your scent is more potent.”
I clear my throat and take another bite of my food. I know if I want everyone here to be open and honest and try their best that I too need to be honest. “I stopped taking my suppressants,” I say lowly.
Surprisingly, Cameron speaks first. “You did what?” he says, his voice making some patrons turn in their seats and look at our table.
“It started off as an accident. When I went on a date with Emmett and Shyla. I accidentally left them in the car. Uh, we weren’t able to get my bag back, so I didn’t worry about it. Only after a day of not taking them, I felt so much better. I only get weekly prescriptions, so I haven’t had a chance to get another one, but I don’t want to refill it.”
“Why only weekly?” Shyla asks, and Dom growls at her. I watch as Shyla stands up.
“Listen here, you big fucker. You’ve been nothing but rude this whole dinner. I don’t know what Kelsey sees in you, but I’m trying to make this work. Stop being such a dick.” Emmett pales next to me. Cameron oddly looks turned on, and I watch as he shifts his cock in his pants—I smell his arousal, and it makes me scent as well.
But the truth is my body might be turned on, but my mind is like a ping pong ball bouncing a million directions. I want them all to get along, I knew it wouldn’t be easy to bring this many people together. But I hoped that they would try… for me.
Dom growls but lashes back at Shyla. “You walked in here like you ran the show already, like this was your pack and I’m just some fucking asshole encroaching in your territory.”
“You are!” Shyla says back, and she sits back down, her cheeks heating in embarrassment as people look at our table.
“No one at this table is bound,” Dom says, and Shyla snickers.
“Yeah, that’s clear. Have you even attempted to take Cameron out to find pack members or have you selfishly kept him to yourself pining after another Omega?” Emmett chokes on his food after that, and I’m done.
“This date is over. Emmett, Cameron, come,” I say in an authoritative tone.
“He started it,” Shyla says.
“She keeps degrading me,” Dom says.
“I don’t care. We’re at a dinner to get to know each other. The two of you are supposed to be leaders of the pack. Not sitting around pointing fingers and acting like children. We’re leaving.”
I don’t turn around as I tug Emmett’s sleeve and hold Cameron’s hand.
“Holy fucking shit,” Emmett says next to me. “I’ve never seen Shyla be like that toward someone, and I’ve never seen someone stand up to her like that, either. Why am I so turned on?”
“Well, they can’t act like that.”
“I’ve never seen Dom like that, either. He’s usually so sweet,” Cameron says.
“Which one of your Alphas’ cars can we steal?” I ask.
“I’ll call Shyla a car. We can take mine,” Emmett says, and we all load into his car.
Once we’re inside, I can’t help but let out all my bubbling frustration. “They couldn’t even try to get along in there! I’m not sure who was worse, Dom or Shyla. Dom bringing up Shyla’s job was a dick move and Shyla insinuating that he’s treating Cameron poorly was low as hell. What the fuck is their problem?”