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Chapter three
Crow
“Are you hungry?”
The words die in my throat as I come to a complete stop. She’s curled up on the couch asleep in Hunter’s hoodie, and she looks innocent, desperate, and in need of my help. I could never resist a call for help, and I’ve yet to see anyone screaming ‘help me’ as loud as this tiny omega has been.
With a strange pressure sitting on my chest, I balance the tray of food and set it on the coffee table. I’m tempted to let her sleep, but I know what’s in our fridge at home. Nine nights out of ten, we just eat here, the others we order in.
I gently shake her awake.
Her eyes are blue. Pure, clear crystal sky blue. Again, I’m struck by the colour. They remind me of home, though I know I’ve never seen eyes that colour. Her complexion is flawless, and her hair is a strange white colour that I think might be natural.She’s got an hourglass figure with an ass that melted my brain when I first saw her, but all that aside, it was the passion fruit scent pouring off her that had me breaking my own rules.
I don’t normally go up to strangers and lean over them, shielding her from the probing, hungry stares of the alphas that were circling in. As I’d glared them down, all I could think about was how perfectly she fit in my arms. How out of place she was. How dead they all were if they dared to touch her.
“Your food is ready.”
She blinks, and then sits up, shifting away from me with a blush that turns her cheeks pink. I want to lick the colour off her.
I sit back on the couch and pull out my phone, pretending to be scrolling, but really, I’m watching her eat. She doesn’t pick at it. She picks that burger up and bites into it. Watching her eat is clearly foreplay. I adjust myself and wait until she’s finished. The torture doesn’t last long enough. I would happily do that again. I’m surprised, though, because she, the tiny omega, manages to put the entire plate away.
“Want more?”
She blushes harder this time and shakes her head.
“Don’t tell me you’re going all timid now,” I tease.
I lean in, pressing my chest against her shoulder. I like to touch. In fact, I crave contact with people, and I’m not shy about it. I’ve been like that since I was little. Having a pack hasn’t stolen that part of me, just redirected it. Part of me wonders if she hates it, but then that passion fruit fills the air and tells me I’m wrong.
I just want to stamp her with me so no one else touches her.
She turns her head, and I study her profile, committing every detail to memory. She has one tiny little freckle just under her left eye. Her lashes are sooty but tipped in white.
She is the most unique omega I’ve ever seen.
“Come on, it’s time to go,” I whisper, and the thought of getting her in our house and in our home makes me giddy.
I stand up and pull her with me, keeping her hand clasped in mine. I pick up the plate as I lead her out to the bar. Eric bounces over, his light brown hair flopping in his face as he beams at me. He’s got so many freckles and a smile that never dims.
“Hey, Crow!”
“Can you wash this up for me before you guys leave?”
He nods and reaches for the plate, but then pauses, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spots my charge.
Saint and Hunter see me and lift a hand. I don’t acknowledge them. I just tow her with me as I leave. Out the front of the bar is a black SUV with blacked-out windows. It’s plain and simple. We don’t need ostentatious toys.
I open the door and look at her.
She hesitates, glancing around before she gets in. Saint jogs around the car to the driver’s seat. A moment later, Hunter pulls the door shut and locks the club. Eric will go out the back with Miles and Davo.
We get in the car and head back to our house. It’s about thirty minutes away and takes us deep into suburbia. The foothills are pretty and where we made the decision to build our home. Saint drives into our long winding driveway, and I can almost feel Bethany fretting. The tension in the car is astronomical.
I don’t know how to help her.
I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles. She inhales and holds still, her gaze locked on me.
“We’re helping. Nothing is going to happen.”
