Judith wants to travel the world, but it’s not safe for an Omega. She will be targeted just because of her designation. She could always use scent cancellers, but they’re hardly fool proof.
Most Omegas live sheltered lives.
I could pay someone to look after her, but then she would never be independent. That bodyguard would have to follow her around twenty-four seven.
I rise. “Come on. I’ll unzip the dress. Then you go and change into something else.”
“Finally. No offence, bro. But white isn’t my color...”
I smile. “I know.”
Judith stands, and I zip down the dress half way. Then she grabs her black dress and heads for the changing rooms, and that’s where I meet the eyes of a prowling Alpha.
Seriously. Who let him in here?
Not today, my friend.
He gets the message and backs away from my sister. She may be gloomy, but she’s still attractive.
And that is why it is my duty to protect her.
Chapter three
Renée
“DoIhaveto?”
“Of course! It’s the unveiling of my new fragranceandmy Omega, and I need you there for moral support, Ney Ney.”
I grit my teeth as my sister enters her gargantuan closet semi-naked to find me a dress. I hope she doesn’t pick anything too revealing and too sparkly. I’m more of a jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers kind of gal.
And I don’t do heels. Period. I’m worse than Bambi on ice.
Someone knocks at the door, and Chloé shouts from the closet. “That will be Marc! Let him in.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you sure? You’re in your underwear.”
Chloé pops her head back out the closet. “Oh, Ney Ney. You really are precious. You do know that Mark is gay, right?”
I roll my eyes. Why does she have to say that like I was born yesterday?
Marc has been a family friend for years. I went to his bonding ceremony! I just don’t think he should see her half naked. I don’t think anyone should.
My sister does not look appropriate. But she’s just so comfortable in her own skin. Who wouldn’t be with a body like hers?
“Are you sure? That underwear is a little revealing.”
Chloé is wearing a thong and a tiny bra that barely contains her big breasts. No cellulite to be found and I bite the inside of my cheek when I spy her flat stomach with the stud piercing.
My belly is a little rounder, and my breasts aren’t so big. Also, I don’t catch the sun quite like she does. Instead, I burn like a lobster. The woes of being fair-skinned.
Chloé giggles. “Trust me. He has seen me far worse than this...”
Dare I ask?
“Fine.”
I get up from Chloé’s four-poster canopy bed to let Marc inside. The male Omega has nothing but a warm smile when I open the door. “Hey, Ney Ney...”