Page 107 of The Omega

The Alpha shifter who walked in wore all black, but that didn’t make him blend into the background. With his sharp jaw and even sharper eyes, he was instantly recognizable, having graced the cover of almost every shifter magazine in the past few years.

To his left stood another Alpha with a full beard and rough features, who looked like he spent more time in wolf form than human. To his right was a Beta wolf dressed like he’d just walked off an indie design fashion shoot where suspenders were all the rage.

And right behind them was the brute of a wolf shifter who’d worked security on the show.

My eyes narrowed.

His eyes narrowed in return.

Then he broke into a grin and waved.

What the fuck?

The dark leader Alpha radiated power as he came to a stop in front of Atlas. Both of them were of equal size, and just like the wolves they were, each sized the other one up.

I wasn’t sure who I’d put money on in this fight, but Opal would be pissed if Atlas didn’t look pretty today.

“Ranger McCaw,” I stepped in between the two of them before Jay could give his introduction and held out my hand. “Dorian Bailey.”

“I’m assuming the big guy is Atlas Volk.” Ranger gripped my hand and hiked his other thumb over his shoulder. “That’s my brother-in-law John, my Beta Mattox, and my good friend Ivan, who you’ve had a few run-ins with. You already know the Hollywood wolf.”

Jay Renfro wasn’t even paying attention to us anymore anyway, but I saw why he’d weaseled his way back here, and by the look on Aunt Sunny’s face, she saw it too.

Ranger’s grip was punishing, redirecting my attention to him. “But it’s good to finally meet the famous Dorian Bailey. Ava has told us a lot about you.”

Why are his hands so big?

“I heard she ended up in your pack.” I returned his handshake with a firm one of my own, secretly wincing. Some of these Alpha tendencies were a bit over the top.

Atlas frowned. “Ava?”

The Beta wolf beside Ranger took a step back, motioning for a female shifter to come forward. “Ava Volk or it’s Ava McCaw now. I’m assuming you remember my mate.”

She’d put on some needed weight and muscle since I’d last seen her making the rounds out in western Oregon, but she still had the same toothy grin that stole hearts when she’d sang onstage.

“It’s good to see you again, Dorian. Or should I say Alpha Dorian?” Ava was careful not to crease my suit as she pressed an air kiss to my cheek.

“And you,” I said.

“Is that… my Ava?” Jeannette cried from her corner rocking chair, pushing herself to her feet.

“Hey Mom.” Ava captured Mattox’s hand and dragged him over. “I’d like you to meet my mate.”

Atlas was still blinking in shock as he took in the scene. “You knew where she was this whole time?”

“Yes…” I arched a brow at him. “If I’d have known you were looking for her, then I’d have told you.”

“I didn’t…” Atlas sputtered. “How…”

“You want my advice?” Ivan broke his stoic silence. “Communication is key to any long-term relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship with each other.” Atlas looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“No, we are not.” I slapped his hand. “Now stop messing with that tie.”

John and Ranger shared a look.

I’d have defended myself from the accusations, but the only person whose opinion I cared about in the bedroom was Opal.